TOP STORY ARCHIVES

The PIG staff has been a major pain in the butt about the way we throw away the Top Stories we hounded them into creating. To restore what passes for domestic tranquility in the top secret PIG Bunker, we decided to post some recent Top Pages, hoping - in vain, no doubt - that it will make them shut the hell up, for a microsecond or two.

Now that we've done this page, we decided that this top story archive might thrill the socks off many of or readers. If you're a PIG newbie wanting a peek at some of the top stories that graced our front page before you arrived on the scene, this page should get you there. If you're a regular PIGster veteran, this top story archive will reacquaint you with some old friends. Whatever the case, crack open your preferred adult beverage and take a stroll with us through PIG's Top Story Archive.


PIG'S GANTRY AWARDS
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THE FREE STATE OF PIG REWARDS RICHLY DESERVING MEN OF THE CLOTH FOR THEIR NOTEWORTHY WORDS AND DEEDS.

Is the Free State of PIG getting ready to do a hatchet job on Christianity? Nope. Is the Free State of PIG getting ready to excoriate the toll collector at your local Toll Booth on the highway to heaven? Nope. Is the Free State of PIG so full of itself that it’s going to discuss the fine points of Christian theology? Wrong again, three strikes you’re out Sparky.

This week, the Free State of PIG is righting a wrong...we’re finally giving proper attention to certain men of the cloth whose claim to PIGish fame has little or nothing to do with their theology, their soul saving or their charitable endeavors. Their claim to fame has everything to do with certain peripheral elements of their demeanor or character. Confused, don’t be. You’ll catch on quickly enough.

The worst kept secret inside the PIG bunker is the fact that our unabashedly pagan editor, Hambo, finds certain toll takers - especially America’s televangelists - endlessly fascinating. After an impressive sales job on an intransigent Porcus, Hambo succeeded in talking PIG’s publisher into letting him pay proper tribute to some of his favorite Tome wranglers. As easily as that, PIG’s first - and probably last - Gantry Awards were born.

Lifetime Achievement Award: This coveted award is being presented to one of our pioneering televangelists. This man of the cloth made such a vivid impression on Hambo that our editor immortalized him in a rant on his greatest hits page - ‘That Old Time Religion’. Now in his late 80s, our award winner is still going strong.

We’re pleased to honor Ernest Angley, a pioneering televangelist whose healing services are legendary. It was during these early telecasts that Ernest popularized - we think he might have originated it - "the thump". The thump? It’s that tap - Ernest has been known to use a karate chop in certain difficult cases - that makes the healed individual fall backwards as the healing power surges through them.

Best Glorifying Grooming: This award goes to another healer, the legendary Benny Hinn, for his hypnotic, hurricane-proof hair. Hurricane Katrina might have flattened New Orleans, but it couldn’t ruffle a single hair on Benny’s head.

Best Fire and Brimestone: We’re pleased to confer this coveted award on that titan of televangelism, John Hagee. When it comes to scorching the devil’s hide, nobody does it like Pastor John.

Best Apology Tour Pit Stop: Reverend Al Sharpton snagged this one when he hounded Don Imus out of a job and tamed the mighty Dog the Bounty Hunter. The Reverend Al owns this one so completely, we’re thisclose to naming it after him.

Rookie of the Year: The Reverend Jeremiah Wright has been ‘in the game’ for decades, but he didn’t appear on the public stage until Barack O’Dumbo’s political fortunes reached critical mass. The Reverend Wright aced a Gantry, this week, when he pioneered an innovative new phenomenon with the first known "BITE ME" tour.

Best Use of UFOs: This Gantry goes to Calypso Louis Farrakhan who reports that, in 1985, he was whisked up to a "human built planet" he called the "Mother Wheel". Once in that city in the sky, he had a chat with Elijah Muhammad about a forthcoming war that Uncle Sam was getting ready to wage on the Melanin-Enriched denizens of America, the Nation of Islam and Calypso Louis himself. Thus warned, Louis was returned to Earth where he spread the word about his grand UFO adventure.

Faith Will Move Mountains Award: Paul Crouch, the driving force behind the world spanning Trinity Bible Network, aced this one early in his broadcast career. Back in the day, his one boob tube station was egregiously underpowered and the signal was being blocked by a strategically placed mountain. Standing on the roof of his station, Crouch prayed for divine intervention and he got it. According to Paul Crouch, Old Ka Boom heard his prayer and moved the mountain just enough to unblock the station’s signal.

Comeback Kid of the Year: The last time you saw him, a shattered, distraught, Jim Bakker was being carted off to a graybar for his Heritage USA antics. Believe it or not, he’s back in the business and doing just fine. After shedding his former wife, Tammy Faye Bakker, he married a woman named Lori. After knocking around for a couple years, Jim settled in Branson (Missouri) where he’s back in the televangelism game. He’s even got a new tourist attraction called Morningside. Welcome back Jimbo.

Best Fund Raising Pitch: Oral Roberts’ antics in this area are legendary. In January of 1987, Oral Roberts reported his most recent conversation with Old Ka Boom. According to Roberts, Old Ka Boom found an innovative way to motivate his dude, Oral, to raise some money for a world-spanning network of medical missionaries. If Oral didn’t raise $8 million dollars in dead presidents by March 1st, Old Ka-Boom would snuff Oral ("I want you to get this going...or I will call you home."). Properly inspired, Oral snagged an impressive $9.1 million for the task before the appropriately named DEADline.

Toughest Tome Wrangling Gig: At first glance, being Pope is a cushy gig. You’re the head of one of the largest denominations in the world. You live in a palace that’s decorated with some of the greatest art works in human history. You’re venerated by millions of parishioners around the world. What’s not to like.

The downside to this gig is equally impressive. He’s required to apologize and atone for the crimes of others - the rampant child abuse by priests. The Pope lives in the D-Cup heartland, but despite all that hot Italian booty in his neighborhood, he never gets horizontal and squishy. He lives in a nation that makes some of the greatest rides in recorded history, but instead of riding around in a Ferrari, he’s forced to appear in a piece of crap called the Popemobile. The ultimate indignity is that the Pope is forced to wear a DRESS!

Best At Flaunting It: This Gantry is, I regret to report, conferred posthumously, on a televangelist icon named Dr. Gene Scott. This bearded, cigar chopping, Tome wrangler’s idea of humility involved riding the chauffeur driven Bentley to the Toll Booth instead of the Rolls. He liked to pack the front row of his audience with hotties, because he didn’t want a bunch of old ladies staring lustfully at him. Dr. Gene was one of a kind and we all miss him.

Best Plea for Forgiveness: Jimmy Swaggart won his Gantry by a landslide for his on-air apology when he was snagged by the secular authorities for getting too close to his work. It happened after Jimmy’s second bust for conducting a pay for play transaction with a horizontal entertainment professional. That’s when Jimmy threw himself on the mercy of the celestial court in one of the greatest moments in television history: "I have sinned against You, my Lord."

Best Smiting: Pat Robertson is in a class by himself in this category. After the September 11th attacks, he warned that Old Ka Boom had withdrawn his protection of America due to this nation’s many secular sins: rampant abortion, kicking the Bible and Old Ka-Boom out of public schools, and booting the Ten Commandments from the public square.

Our favorite, magic Pat moment is his warning to Orlando (Flori-DUH) city officials who dared to - GASP - fly the GLAAD BAAG rainbow flag from city lampposts during Disney World’s Gay Days event. That elicited this memorable Robertson ‘stand by for a smiting’ prose: "I don't think I'd be waving those flags in God's face if I were you. ... [A] condition like this will bring about the destruction of your nation. It'll bring about terrorist bombs, it'll bring earthquakes, tornadoes and possibly a meteor."

Some of you, and you know who you are, think that L. Ron Hubbard and his Scientology meatheads belong on this list, somewhere, somehow. We get that, but aren’t fully convinced that Scientology qualifies as a recognized supernaturalist sect. If we did include it, the category is obvious: The Best Invocation of E. T. First, there’s all the science fiction bull crap about Thetans. A more compelling argument cites the fact that Scientology’s most notorious front man, Twerpy Tommy Cruise, is all the proof anyone needs that, not only does E. T. exist, he’s living among us and has a daughter named Suri.

We also considered the Reverend Je$$e Jackson for ‘Best Race Hustler’, but decided that his racial extortion didn’t merit a lofty tribute like PIG’s Gantry Award. The less said about Je$$e, the better.

Admittedly, this list is woefully incomplete. We’re whipped with guilt, however, we’re not whipped with guilt that we dared to have some fun with a very sensitive subject. Has the Free State of PIG boldly gone where wiser men fear to tread? Perhaps, but that’s why you keep visiting our cyberspace speed bump. We wrote this story with our tongues firmly planted inside our cheeks and with considerable, heartfelt, affection for most of these award winners.

Channeling our inner O’Dumbo, we HOPE that you enjoyed reading our Gantry Awards as much as we enjoyed writing them. If not, we expect you’ll try to CHANGE our attitude with a fiery e-mail. That’s life in the fast lane, PIGsters.

 


TOON TIME

PIG takes a walk on the wild side through a Politically Correct Cartoon Universe.

With the writers on strike and Tinsel Town gradually shutting down for a long siege, we’re watching more reruns and cartoons than usual. So far it’s under control, but you’ll know there’s big trouble in the PIGdom when we switch to lite beer and begin viewing a steady stream of - SHUDDER - reality shows.

For the moment, we’re holding up nicely, thanks to some familiar, but entertaining, fare like The Simpsons and South Park. We have, however, detected the noxious stench of political correctness wafting up from certain other toons. The newer breed of toons are the worst offenders. In some cases the story lines are straight out of the Korrectnik playbook. We can overlook those, but what happens when these Korrectnik twerps mess with classic cartoon fare?

We’re sad to report that one of our favorite cartoon characters has fallen victim to political correctness. No longer a proud member of Uncle Sam’s armed forces, G.I. Joe is now affiliated with a multinational United Nations force. Poor Joe had to turn in his camouflaged gear, and weaponry, for a blue helmet plus an arm band. Instead of mowing down the enemy with a well-coordinated attack, he’s now a lowly courier who delivers sternly worded warnings from the Black Helicopter Club. We feel your pain, G.I. Joe.

If they can do this to an American cartoon icon like G.I. Joe, where does it end? After commiserating with G.I. Joe over his undeserved fate, the PIG staff decided it might be a dose of hellish fun to visit the dark side. How? By recasting some of our favorite cartoon characters in a properly Korrectnik light.

We begin this Korrected cartoon journey with one of our favorite super heros, by asking ourselves some pressing questions. Will Superman be demoted to ‘better than average man’ to assuage the sensitivities of the merely mortal? Will he be forced to drop "Truth, justice and the American way", and espouse "propaganda, diversity and the good of society as a whole" instead? Will he be forced to ‘come out’, and admit that this whole ‘Lois Lane rocks my world’ whopper is a smokescreen to cover up his unrequited lust for Jimmy Olsen?

Batman seems beyond redemption, when viewed through Korrectnik eyes. Will Batman be eviscerated after a lavish, public trial for "contributing to the delinquency of a minor", Robin? Will he be charged with hate crimes for kicking the butt of ethically challenged individuals who have been oppressed into a life of crime by greedy capitalists like Bruce Wayne? Will he be grounded, and have his driving privileges revoked, for his unsafe at any speed antics on land, on the water, and in the air? Will he be forced to give all his money to the parasite horde and relocate his Bat digs to the nearest homeless shelter? Enquiring minds want to know.

Will the Simpsons be booted from Springfield and sent to Ecuador? Will Bart be forced to "Press 1" before he can write English language messages on the school blackboard?

Will they relocate South Park to some wide spot on a rustic slice of Zimbabwe nothingness? Will Cartman be hunted down and cooked up for dinner by the starving locals?

How about a venerable toon icon like Sad Sack? His name alone is enough to give a Korrectnik nightsweats. "Sad" must go, because it gives the clinically depressed among us a psychological boo-boo. Since Korrectniks love hyphenation, we’ll need to change it to Differently-Mirthful Sack. Well, not really. "Sack" might do enormous psychological damage to the unemployed among us. Can we cope? You better believe it, Sparky: "Differently-Mirthful Open-Ended Paper Container" gets the job done.

Popeye is replete with politically incorrect images that need to be civilized. For starters, Popeye needs to stop swilling all that spinach and stage an intervention with Olive Oyl. She’s dangerously anorexic and in need of immediate help. Blutto needs to be tamed and that will require a full court press anger management regime under a Doctor Phil class tyrant. Wimpie - poor Wimpie - needs to develop a more positive body image and learn to serve as a proper role model for the tykes who, tragically, emulate his hamburger swilling ways. There’s nothing wrong with Wimpie that getting horizontal and squishy with a hard core vegan woman won’t cure. Popeye needs to take charge, because his cartoon world is a politically incorrect mess.

To a tree hugging, ecological maniac, The Flintstones is a horror show from start to finish. The same invisible forces who exiled G.I. Joe to that U.N. blue helmet hell will completely transform the Flintstones. For starters, the enslavement of animals must end, immediately. Furthermore, that whole ‘working in the rock quarry’ storyline must go. Instead, we’ll turn Fred and Barney into prehistoric versions of Johnny Appleseed who wander around - ON FOOT - all day, planting trees and worshiping rainbows.

‘Road Runner’ is another toon that seems headed for a bitter dose of Korrecting. The title character is above reproach, but his nemesis, Wyle. E. Coyote, is another story entirely. If a Korrectnik ever stumbles over this classic toon character, they’ll go ballistic. Faster than a ACME delivery, Wyle will be condemned as, at minimum, a sociopath, but ‘homicidal maniac’ is a more likely assessment. For the good of society as a whole, Wyle will be exiled from the public eye to an intense regime that will teach him a more socially acceptable method of conflict resolution.

In this Korrected, cartoon universe, Bugs Bunny’s nemesis, Elmer Fudd, would be a man with multiple bull’s-eyes affixed to him. Armed and dangerous, he would become the poster punk for gun toting lunatics who hide behind the Second Amendment. If that’s not enough misery for a lifetime, you gotta know that Bugs will have PETA all over Elmer’s butt for his well-documented hostility toward a certain "Dwatted Wabbit". All things considered, Elmer will be lucky to last a New York minute under the crossfire from PETA and these gun-hating dweebs. Be afraid, Elmer...be very afraid.

Are we having fun yet? Have we ruined your entire week? Don’t worry, we’re about to put you in therapy for DECADES. To prove that PIG has no mercy on its readers whatsoever, we’re going to inflict a whole new level of pain on you with this dose of venerable, and tortured, rhyming Hambo abuse.

Power Failure
There's an Ozone Hole up in the Sky
It's Time We Faced the Facts
They Say Greenhouse Will Heat the Globe
And Melt the Polar Caps
We Need Some Help; We Need it Now
It's Gonna Hit the Fan
There's a Super-hero Shortage
Did They Sell out to Iran?

Rambo's in Afganistan
Batman's Round the Bend
Superman Has Krypton Rash
And Conan's into Zen
There's a Super-hero Shortage
It's Scary but It's True
There's a Super-hero Shortage
What're We Gonna Do?

The Big One's Stalkin Old L.A.
Old Richter's Sure to Peg
Yes, Shake & Bake Will Rock and Roll
When Andy Shakes His Leg
Don't Need No Movin Experience
It Ain't My Kinda Thing
There's a Super-hero Shortage
Is the Fat Chick Gonna Sing?

The Hornet Lost His Stinger
G.I. Joe Went Peter Pan
Wonder Babe Has PMS
And Xena’s in Japan
There's a Super-hero Shortage
I'm Not Exactly Thrilled
There's a Super-hero Shortage
This Crap Could Get Me Killed

Reports of Sightings Far and Wide
Do Give Us Such a Fright
They Use Their Alien Devices
To Rob Our Will to Fight
These Small, Strange-eyed Invaders
Have Got Us on Our Knees
There's a Super-hero Shortage
Save Me from Those Damn Chinese!

She-Ra Had a Sex Change
He-Man's down with Stress
The Hulkster's out in Hollywood
And Geraldo's Just A...(Mess)
There's a Super-hero Shortage
I'm Gonna Need a Hit
There's a Super-hero Shortage
This World Has Gone to Shit.

Now that we've shredded your sanity - a dirty job we enjoy doing - we'll give you time to grab a brewskie then we can wrap this up. Are 'we' feeling better now, shocked and dismayed Sparky?

For now, these Korrected classic cartoons exist only in our fevered PIGish brains. The only exception is G.I. Joe, who will never again be the man he was. If you hate what they did to G.I. Joe as much as we do, we have a suggestion. Track down a classic Road Runner episode and enjoy a dose of laugh a minute, cartoon fun. It's the PIGish thing to do. Beep! Beep!

The following supplemental material appeared in Tasty Tidbits

As much as we enjoyed doing this week’s top story on cartoons, we feel like we barely scratched the surface. We’ll try, in our feeble way to make up for that, here.

Mickey Mouse: Given his connection with the unrivaled Kings of capitalist exploiters - the Disney Corporation - he is damaged goods before one cartoon image is shown. Guilty due to his association with those reviled capitalists, it would be a major challenge to redeem him. Perhaps, if he changed his name to Karl "Che" Rhodinski and organized a Marxist-Leninist revolutionary movement dedicated to the overthrow of the USA, he could begin to atone for his sins. I can see him now, decked out in his fatigues packing an AK-47 in one hand and a copy of ‘Das Kapital’ in the other. Viva Che Rhodinski! He’s a mouse fighting for the exploited workers. (PIGish aside: the sound you heard is Walt Disney rolling over in his grave.)

Daffy Duck: Like our pal Sad Sack, the primary problem here comes from the name. ‘Daffy’ gives the synaptically challenged and the differently rational a major boo-boo. ‘Duck’ is also stress inducing since it would evoke painful memories in bouncers and punch drunk pugilists. Something with a Brit flair might slip through: "Wonky Waterfowl". Alliteration still rocks our world, get over it.

Porky Pig: "Porky" is a non-starter since it will give differently skinny tykes a boo-boo and further aggravate their crappy body image. "PIG" - our all time favorite word for obvious reasons is doubly cursed. First of all it is closely affiliated with a certain egregiously politically incorrect speed bump in cyberspace. More important, it’s a double whammy for the same reasons that "Porky" must be banned. Porky Pig is the same as taunting some tyke with "Fat Fat water rat". We can’t have that so we'll soften the blow by renaming this toon icon, "Husky Ham". More alliteration? You better believe it.

Woody Woodpecker: The primary problem with this bird is the fact that he’s a nightmare when it comes to his destruction of that large form of flora that makes a ski slope especially thrilling. Woody needs to spend some quality time with ELF (Earth Liberation Front) so he can establish a new, more harmonious relationship with trees. Maybe if he started wearing a beret and called himself Woody the Tree Avenger, it would make things right with those lunatic fringe tree huggers.

Aquaman: There’s something very fishy about this dude and all his splashing around. We’ve seen the way he leers at that Little Mermaid jailbait, Ariel. There’s nothing ‘super’ or ‘heroic’ about that. We are deeply troubled that he’s allowed to entertain America’s children. Shame, shame, shame.

Peanuts: Where do we begin? With the name, I suppose, which will terrify the crap out of those tykes with a chronic allergy to Jimmy Carter’s favorite nosh. Speaking of Jimmy, the name "Peanuts" will have a similar effect on those vintage PIGsters who still wake up screaming when they dream about the 4 most horrendous years in American history, the Carter Administration. From top to bottom, the entire cast of this toon is replete with profoundly debilitating psychological problems. It is, I’m reluctant to say, beyond redemption and needs to be put down, for the good of society as a whole.

Tha...That's all folks.


I DIDN'T DO IT

A New Egghead Study Proves Mom Was
Right About The Sorry Company You Keep.

Blamism is alive, well, and boldly going where nobody expected it to go in the first decade of the 21st century. We were, to say the least, more than a tad amused when a group of Eggheads with nothing better to do studied the reasons that people get fat. The simple answer: your habit of slam dunking, shoe-horning and cramming down insane quantities of the wrong food seems to be a likely explanation. Alas, that dose of personal accountability is wrong according to the results of a study that were just pooped out in the prestigious New England Journal of Medicine.

The other, likely, choice - one that’s very popular - is that your excess tonnage is a dastardly plot by fast food wrangling capitalists. They’re the manipulative scumbags who brainwashed you as a child with mind-numbing advertising on kiddie programs then ruined your girlish figure with an assortment of tempting, fat-inducing fare. We know this because the transfat obsessed twerps in our midst tell us that’s the reason. That might still be in play, but it’s not the conclusion reached by this study.

The study data reveals that the primary reason you’re a wide-load is because your best friend is a wide-load. Your lardass sibling and bloated parents have an impact but it’s not as great. We are, to say the least, stunned, and the implications of this completely disrupt our cherished blame-shifting calculations. During our brewskie-fueled, melee, uh, discussion, on this topic, the following excellent points were raised:

* According to these Egghead psychobabblers and their crock of a theory, a friendship with a human hippo makes you reach elephantine proportions. Since you’re a 'View' fanatic and came to consider Rosie your best friend in the world, it’s her fault that you’re fat and she needs to go into rehab at the nearest fat farm so YOU can shed a ton or two. Is that where this ‘study’ leads us?

* Does this ‘fat friends make you fat’ scam work in reverse? Will dumping your lardass friends and replacing them with poster punks and punkettes for anorexia make you skinny again?

* Would hanging around rich people make you rich?

* If your best friend is dumber than a box of rocks, are your brain cells going to abandon ship, en masse?

* If your friend has blond hair, are you going to wake up one morning with blonde hair?

* If you associate with Catholic priests, well, never mind, we all know what happens there.

* If you’re BFF (best female friend) is built like brick you know what, will you magically sprout Pam Anderson class sweater puppies to prove your friendship? Conversely, if you don’t sprout, can your ‘friend’, quite rightly, conclude that you’re not the friend you pretend to be?

* If your best chum is hung like John Holmes or Tommy Lee, will your trouser inchworm turn into a trouser anaconda? We doubt it, so don’t throw away your magnifying glass, hung like a chipmunk Sparky.

* Since Teddy 'The Swimmer' is the main man on the Senate floor and everybody's 'dear friend from Massachusetts' is he the reason that everyone in the Senate seems to be a drunken, womanizing, MORON?

If this study has you utterly and completely befuddled, we’ve got your back. Here, as a public service of PIG, are some questions that should help you cope with this momentous, mom warned me not to hang around him/her discovery.

You're such a wide-load you need to use the loading dock entrance to lumber into Baskin Robbins. Whose fault is it?
a) Your plodding herd of bigger than the Goodyear Blimp friends?
b) Your "Children are starving in Angola, so clean up your plate" parents?
c) Big bones/a thyroid condition?
d) Dick Cheney, because everything else is his fault?

You self-medicated your last functional synapse into submission. Whose fault is it?
a) Your loser friends who, shoot, snort, pop and gulp down anything that numbs their alleged brain?
b) Your "Just say no" hypocrite parents who get gunned to the gills on adult beverage every night?
c) What Dr. Phil might call an 'addictive personality disorder'?
d) Karl Rove, because everyone knows that there's more in that Kool-Aid than sugar and flavored water?

You're such a complete horndog that every porn site in cyberspace rolls out the red carpet for you. Whose fault is it?
a) Your porn monkey pal, Ziggy, who keeps sending you all those horizontal and squishy Internet links?
b) Your Holy Roller parents whose idea of a 'sex talk' involved giving you a 'how babies are made' book when your hormones started raging?
c) A chronic sexual addiction that defies modern medical science?
d) Jimmy Swaggart, because he introduced you to the 'get out of sin free' card?

Your DMV record is so loaded with traffic tickets it's the size of the Manhattan phone book. Whose fault is it?
a) Your street racing bonkers pal 'Crash', who keeps saying "You drive like an old lady"?
b) Your southern-fried parents who, eat, sleep, live and breath NASCAR?
c) Your attention deficit disorder because it makes you incapable of staying focused on traffic signals, stop signs and speed limits?
d) The Tri-Lateral Commission, because they use Draconian traffic laws to enslave you?

You're drowning in red ink and consider anything more than 50 cents in your pocket serious money. Whose fault is it?
a) Your pal 'Mooch', who elevated the 'have you got a spare buck' touch to an art form?
b) Your cheap bastard fatcat parents who insisted that you learn the REAL value of $ by earning it yourself?
c) Racism/sexism/classism that keeps you from getting a job that doesn't include the phrase "Do you want fries with that"?
d) Ronald Reagan, because trickle down economics never drips down to your level?

Your neighbors keep complaining that your dead lawn is an eyesore and is creating a mini dust bowl in the neighborhood. Whose fault is it?
a) Your prime dude, Spud, who was born with a tv remote in his hand, and keeps saying, "Yard work is for losers."?
b) Your parents who thwarted your dreams of a lawncare empire by hiring Juan the border jumper’s lawn service?
c) Global Warming, because it seems especially strong on your homestead?
d) Halliburton, because an Art Bell caller warned that they were cornering the market on lawncare products?

Despite a college degree and top graduation honors you’re stuck in a loser job. Whose fault is it?
a) Your best friend Tina who swore that a degree in sociology was the fast track to success?
b) Your parents who should have tried a lot harder to keep you from hanging out with a tramp like Tina?
c) Secondhand smoke from all those dives Tina dragged you into clouded your judgement?
d) WalMart, because that human services bitch laughed when you told her about your Sociology degree?

Okay, we’ve had some fun beating this ‘it’s all your friend’s fault’ crap into submission, but we feel obligated to state the obvious. If you’re fat, broke, can’t keep a job, are a menace behind the wheel of a car, or a hundred other sorry things, the culprit is as close as the nearest mirror. He/she is that familiar face who is staring back at you. It’s called personal accountability AKA taking responsibility for your own actions, your own choices. We’re just a tad shocked that these alleged ‘bright bulbs’ who perpetrated this study never found the time, or motivation to broach the subject.

You’re not a helpless victim whose life is controlled by crappy friends, bad parenting, an alphabet soup of syndromes or dark forces plotting against you. It’s your life, so if you’re not thrilled with the way it’s going, stop bitching, get off your butt and DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT. Don’t make us come over there.

 


PIG's INCORRECT WONDERS
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PIG jumps into the Wonders list fervor with both feet.
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We’re thrilled to report that Al Gore’s inescapable, worldwide "we’re all gonna die" scare-a-thon is finally out of our misery, for the moment. With the High Priest of Global Warming hyperbole busy counting his "blessings" and pocketing those Live Earth profits, the news cycle has, mercifully, moved on again. The newest "here today, forgotten tomorrow" news nitwit obsession centers on an updated, deliberately politically correct, list for the ‘New Wonders of the World’. Curiously, Al Gore’s monumental ego and Teddy ‘The Swimmer’ Kennedy’s 4 decade long booze binge didn’t make the cut. Life is so unfair that way.

The original seven wonders of the world were designated by some Greek travelers who returned home to write about - compile a list of - some especially memorable places they visited. The original seven wonders were selected because they inspired awe in these Greek travelers. That’s certainly the case for statue of Zeus at Olympus and the Temple of Artemis at Ephesus. One of these wonders - the pyramids of Giza - still exist and continue to inspire awe in anyone who stands beside them.

The new list is, I’m compelled to point out, saturated with political correctness, petty politics and assorted other noxious crap. The man behind the New 7 Wonders campaign, a Swiss adventurer named Bernard Webber, wanted a more "inclusive" set of wonders, wonders from around the globe. He got his wish when, after trimming the list to 21 candidates, 100 million votes were cast via the Internet and cell phone text messages. The results were predictable, but many of those items selected don’t exactly inspire awe, Brazil’s statue of Christ Redeemer being a prime example. Bernard got the ‘diversity’ he wanted with two ‘wonders’ from Asia - the Great Wall of China, India’s Taj Mahal - three from Latin America (ironically the numerous expressway wide tunnels under our southern border didn’t make the cut) and one ‘wonder’ from Jordan in addition to Rome’s Colosseum.

After we finished critiquing this new list of merely mortal, alleged ‘wonders’ at the local brewskie emporium, our waitress - an amply endowed brunette whose cleavage inspired awe in every damn one of us - went pathetic and progressive on us. Glaring at us, she challenged, "You guys think you’re so damn smart. Can you do any better?" As usual, Hambo was up to the challenge and, tearing his eyes from those amazing sweater puppies he replied, "You better damn believe it, D-cup Sparky."

We started off on our quest for PIG’s Politically Incorrect Wonders armed with an ‘active mind’ and the burning question: Who and/or what is so blatantly politically incorrect it strikes us with awe? Were we up to this challenge? We like to think so. However, Hambo’s insistence that we launch ourselves on this quest without the aid and comfort of adult beverage made the task much harder than we wanted or needed.

Declaration of Independence & U.S. Constitution: In this Korrectness-saturated moment in history, nothing is more politically incorrect that our Founding Fathers’ vision of a nation founded on inalienable individual liberty. These two documents defy all the prevailing conventions. The Declaration of Independence dares to proclaim that each individual is born with a birthright of inalienable liberty. The U.S. Constitution is dares to tell a nation’s government, in great specificity, that its powers are limited and are subservient to "we the people". Call us names if you must but inalienable individual liberty and limited government inspire every damn one of us with awe.

Heart Attack Grill: With the Health Nazis using the Nanny State’s monopoly on the use of force to dictate what we can eat, we’re compelled to salute an eatery that dares to be blatantly politically incorrect. Loaded with a lifetime’s worth of transfats and other tasty artery clogging goodies, the legendary Quadruple Bypass Burger is everything the Health Nazis love to hate. The Heart Attack Grill kicks their incorrectness up a notch with waitresses who dress up as very naughty nurses. Awe inspiring? Oh, hell yes!
(Colorado’s Blue Parrot restaurant, home of the Wopburger, ran a very close second on this one.)

Talk Radio: Love it or hate it, Talk Radio belongs on the list of politically incorrect wonders. Essentially, the electronic version of the town meeting, Talk Radio allows sovereign individuals to gather in one place, debate those issues of the day and band together, voluntarily, to achieve some common goal. If you doubt that this qualifies as politically incorrect, just ask one of the U.S. Senators - Kyl, Martinez, Graham, Lott - who were on the receiving end of talk radio listener outrage. Watching sovereign individuals who met via talk radio reign in their out of control government’s Amnesty scheme is awe inspiring. If you still doubt Talk Radio’s politically incorrect qualifications, ask yourself this: If Talk Radio isn’t a bastion of incorrectness, then why are the Nanny State Nitwits trying to kill it?

Hugh Hefner: That’s right, PIGsters, we’re saluting a known LIBERAL for his political incorrectness. Hugh’s politics notwithstanding, we find him awe inspiring for his personal lifestyle. What’s more politically incorrect than a Viagra-popping octogenarian whose work centers on looking a pictures of naked women? What’s more politically incorrect than a dude who gives traditional family values the one finger salute by living with his trio of young enough to be his great granddaughter girlfriends? As far as we’re concerned, Hef bagging a cosmic hottie like Kendra Wilkerson is as awe inspiring as life gets.

The Internet: By its very nature, this last bastion of truly FREE speech on planet Earth is politically incorrect to the core. It has something for everyone and many things that none of us want, but that, too, is the nature of free speech. The Internet is so notoriously politically incorrect that governments around the world are trying - and ultimately failing - to keep their enslaved populace from accessing all those politically incorrect sites where inalienable liberty is still celebrated. We travel the world electronically and that, PIGsters, should inspire everyone with awe.

Danish Cartoonists: When it comes to awe-inspiring acts of political incorrectness, there are numerous worthy candidates. That champion of the Second Amendment and bane of PETA’s existence, Ted Nugent, comes to mind as a prime example. Ann Coulter and her gift for explosive prose is another, but in her case the incorrectness doesn’t always ring true. When it comes to that hallmark of inalienable liberty, the courage of one’s convictions, the Danish Cartoonists who served up those images of the Mecca Maniac prophet are in a class by themselves. They put their lives on the line when they dared to set Jihadikaze hair on fire around the world. We honor them with our deepest respect for that courageous feat.

PIG: Admittedly, on the political incorrectness scale, we’re not in the same league as any of the other items or individuals on this list. We included ourselves for several trivial reasons, the foremost of which is quite simple. For reasons we don’t pretend to understand, these "Wonders" lists are always seven items long. Try as we might, we came up with six. What’s that? Inspiring awe? Oh, that. We inspire awe in ourselves by managing to get through each tumultuous day in the PIG bunker without killing each other. We inspire awe in ourselves when we realize that those men sitting in the SUVs parked down the block from the bunker still haven’t stormed our gates to take us to the proverbial ‘controlled environment’. We inspire awe in ourselves when we realize that so many of you take some time from your day to visit our politically incorrect speed bump on the information superhighway. Do we need to get over ourselves? You better believe it, Sparky, but it can wait for another day.

The real 'wonders' in this world are much more personal, and, invariably, inspire much more awe than some building or statue. What's more awe inspiring than meeting your soulmate? What's more awe inspiring than the birth of your child or grandchild? What's more awe inspiring than your child or grandchild's first step or first word? What is more awe inspiring than all of life's small pleasures like the aroma of freshly ground coffee, or the contented rumbling of that cat sleeping on your lap? The real wonders of the world are all around you. All you need to do is look for them.

This Material appeared in Tasty Tidbits:

By now you’ve read our Top Story (we hope) and you have a lot to say about it. We know what you’re thinking and shame on you for calling your hard working, devoted PIG staff those richly-deserved, but abusive names. We’re trying to be brave about your attitude, but it’s not easy. We are, believe it or not, very sensitive...(sniffle, sniffle, sigh).

Creating this week’s Top Story was, I admit a lot of fun. At times, it was a tad more fun than any of us expected. As expected, if you’ve already savored every compelling word of our Top Story, our most thrilling moments came when we realized that we only had six of the requisite seven incorrect wonders on our list. That dose errant numerology put our PIGish imaginations in overdrive. Trust me when I tell you that there are few things more terrifying than the PIG staff when their imaginations are switched into overdrive.

One idea that cropped up was, I admit, compelling, but not exactly what I had in mind. For reasons I shouldn’t need to explain, I’ll resist the urge to name the PIG staffer. I will, however, note that this wingnut started a near riot when he, she, heshe or it suggested that lucky number seven on our list should, by rights, go to porn legend John Holmes in honor of his amazingly proportioned appendage. That idea was greeted with considerable enthusiasm, especially when some pervert found an image of the damn thing in cyberspace. I tried to dampen this out of control enthusiasm by pointing out that John Holmes achieved room temperature some time ago and that the forces of nature - dust to dust - had desecrated John’s...national treasure. Several PIG staffers got very disagreeable about that, until I restored order with my cattle prod and stun gun.

Another idea, one that I found very compelling, involved Porcus’ primordial piece of MAC crap. It was suggested, and quite rightly, that the damn thing inspires awe every time he turns it on and that rotten Apple wheezes its way through an assigned task. That notion had me on the ropes until Spike the Wonder Tyke pointed out that this pre-Genesis 1, 1 dose of alleged technology hasn’t had a pulse or an other sign of life in nearly a month. That splash of cold objective reality water sent us off in search of lucky number seven again.

Before we settled on our current number seven, we debated, with noisy, heartfelt enthusiasm, such unnatural wonders as Pam Andersons’ sweater puppies and Jordon’s jiggling Bristols, as potential number sevens on our incorrect list. Eventually, we all agreed it was a tad redundant since hooters were discussed earlier in the Top Story.

We considered and rejected such worthy nominees as those courageous scientists who dare to stand up and punch holes in Al Gore’s Global Warming bloviating. That’s certainly heroic and damn sure politically incorrect but not what we had in mind. The same is true of those individuals who dare to state that Islam has some glaring, inherent flaws that make it a menace to our liberty.

If you have a better idea for one or more of our incorrect wonders, we’d love to hear about it. You know how to reach us, so crank up your e-mail program and fire off a piece of your mind. Like Tom Bodett, we’ll keep a light on for you.

 

 


 

IF SOMEONE REALLY MESSED UP, LEFT PIG IN CHARGE OF THE WORLD, HERE'S HOW YOUR FREE STATERS GO ABOUT OUR FREE REIGN
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WHAT A WONDERFUL WORLD IT WOULD BE
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"If I ran the world". We've all said it at one time in our lives. I'm guessing that frustrated rational adults, and the occasional rational tyke, have been saying this throughout human history. The pain in the butt on the receiving end of this timeless dose of wishful thinking, invariably, says, "Okay, smartass, what would you do if you ran the world." That's the question we're attempting to answer in this week's Top Story.

This timeless question takes on special urgency in a world besieged by Korrectniks, Jihadikazes, press card packing propaganda punks, and a bumper crop of tinfoil hat wearing intellectual flatliners. Humanity, on every part of this planet, is in crap up to its knees, thanks to ecological alarmists, major and minor tyrants, chronically needy and/or oppressed whiners and other forms of alleged life that get on our last raw nerve.

What would I do if I ran the damn world? My first, most difficult task would involve talking myself out of nuking this planet back to the primordial ooze and hope that the natural forces of evolution got it right this time. If I managed to exercise that unprecedented level of self control, here are a few of the things that seem to require the immediate attention of the man running this world.

Mecca Maniac (alleged) men who love that damn burka would be forced to wear the damn thing. Why? Because they're the ones with serious, sexual impulse control problems.

In the Sandbox, Indonesia, Malaysia, Iran, Nigeria, and other Islamikaze circles of hell, women would be put in charge and men would be subjected to all the restrictions, rules, and injustices that they, routinely impose on women.

Mahmoud al-Gilligan would finally get the job for which he's supremely qualified: shoveling crap at a pig farm. The horror! Wai! The joy in watching weasels squirm.

Now, when we finally move into our new digs, hopefully a cool mansion on the beach, and start getting America's business in order, we will create a place called Exile Island, and start serving eviction notices. Then, we would whip out our maps, and redraw the border that Vicente W. erased, and send the illegal Chico Taco Twenty To An Apartment types to the back of the line, IN TIBET.

The U.S. government would be bitch-slapped back to its senses and cut back to those clearly-defined duties cited in the U.S. Constitution. This begins, necessarily, with the commerce clause which will be strictly limited to its original, narrow, intent as spelled out by James Madison.

Whenever an Elected Tormentor and/or bureaucrat appears in public in his, her, hisher, or its official government role, they must be dressed in a clown suit so everyone can recognize them for who, and what, they really are.

The marketplace, not some bureaucrat or the Nanny State, will dictate the wisdom or folly of an individual company's preferred rules of engagement on hiring, promotions, & work conditions. We're all supposed to be adults, so isn't it time we started to act like it? You don't need some job for life bureaucrat or Nanny State Nitwit to tell you when your job SUCKS.

Decency Deadheads like Donald Wildmon, Brent Bozell, and others of that ilk will be given a long overdue reality check. They will be told that the airwaves do not belong to the 'public'. They'll be reminded that the airwaves belong to those who broadcast over them, because it's the broadcasters who gave the airwaves value in the first place.

America's superb fighting men & women would never again be sent into battle hobbled with political baggage that makes victory impossible. Any Elected Tormentor or bureaucrat who plays politics with the lives of our troops will be tried for treason and SHOT, not necessarily in that order.

No election related task including such things as candidate declarations, fund raising, debates or electioneering bloviating can be perpetrated before April 1st in the year the chads are punched. This date is specifically chosen to let rational adults see these April Fools for who, and what, the are.

Rational adults will be equipped with an electronic cell idiot zapper. Level 'one' gives the bellowing cell idiot a nasty shock. Level 'two' vaporizes that damn cell phone blight. Level 'three'...don't ask.

Guests and hosts on all those talking heads shows - CNN, MSNBC, and yes, Fox News Channel - would be seated in special chairs that include a built-in cattle prod class shocking mechanism. Whenever a host or guest says something that pisses you off, you, the viewer, would use your special rational adult T.V. remote to give him a shock. Think of the hours of fun you'll have making them twitch. [We should add 'The View' to this program, but those bloviating bitches would be twitching constantly, so what's the fun in that?]

Each individual would be made legally accountable for their own life, their own actions AND the hand that they were dealt by their chosen deity AKA fate. If you're blind, dyslexic, or saddled with an infirmity it doesn't automatically entitle you to any damn thing. Play the hand you're dealt, make the best of it and stop your goddamn whining.

Press card packing propagandists with an agenda (CNN, MSNBC, Fox News, NY Times, etc) would be banned from calling their spin-doctored crap "news". On Hambo's world, their swill would be clearly labeled for what it is "commentary". Furthermore, for their history of spin doctored swill NBC, ABC, CBS, PBS, CNN, & MSNBC would be permanently banned from using the word 'news' or 'documentary' to describe anything that appears on their boob tube blights.

All boob tube outlets must flash an 'eye pollution' warning a full minute before they televise a close up of Rosie O'Donnell, Whoopi Goldberg or Babs Streisand. A similar warning - a steaming turd would be ideal - must be flashed a full minute before any boob tube outlet broadcasts bloviating by pontificating pissants such as Teddy Kennedy, Maxine Waters & Je$$e.

Consenting adults could sit down to a friendly game of poker, including organized poker tournaments for -GASP - money, without jackbooted, interference from some damn morality mutant on the Nanny State’s payroll.

Professional complainers like Je$$e, Sharpton, Maxine, Bozell & Wildmon - along with the chronically ‘oppressed’, ‘distressed’, and ‘outraged’ - would be required to wear a sandwich board reading "I get it, now! There is no such thing as the right not to be offended."

A national lottery would be held for the right to ‘police’ the halls of congress. The lucky winner earns the right to roam through the house and senate with a stun gun and Taser any Elected Tormentor who strays off the narrow, limited government path. BZZZZZT, the world’s a better place. [We plan to conduct a separate, special lottery for a similar job in the Mexifornia state legislature. However, due to the rabid nature of the denizens in that Marxist blight, only combat veterans will be qualified for this one.]

All of the world’s top scientists, especially geologists will be assembled for a vital endeavor: setting the Mexifornia adrift in the Pacific Ocean. The San Andreas Fault must be triggered and this border jumping scumbag infested, Marxist Legicrat meathead ravaged blight on the USA will be dropped like a bad habit. This effort would be the number one priority during PIG’s rule.

Vicente W. Bush will be sent to Tijuana slum where he would clean sewers, cess pools and clogged toilets, so he can finally get a rational American adult’s perspective on the border jumping scumbag invaders whom he wants to inflict on the land conceived in liberty, by the millions.

I’m sorry to report that as much as we venerate individual liberty, we are compelled to impose a dress code. Dudes, we’re thrilled spitless that you’ve put all that time into growing that brewskie expanded belly. We’re delighted that you’re so devoted to that elbow bending hobby. HOWEVER, if you go out in public without your shirt on - especially a shopping center or restaurant - I’m going to drop kick your butt back to the stone age. Gals, we’re pleased as punch that you have a positive self image. We’re trying to be ‘men’ about the fact that you’ve got it and want to flaunt it. HOWEVER, if your butt looks like the South end of a Northbound hippo you are banned from wearing STRETCH PANTS. In fact, anyone who manufactures and/or sells stretch pants, or low riders, in your size will be lined up against the nearest wall and SHOT.

That's just my starting point, there are plenty of other, lesser, matters that would require my attention, sooner or later. For example, why can't we put more cleavage on our postage stamps? Why hasn't someone packed Paris 'The Skank' Hilton, Twatney Spears, Michael Moore and Alec Baldwin into a rocket and blasted them off into space so they can torture E.T. for a while? Why isn't 5am redeployed between 9am and 10am, so I can get up at a civilized hour? Why isn't every radio station on the planet required to play at least 30 uninterrupted minutes of AC/DC every damn day, during morning drive AND afternoon drive? Why isn't every broadcast outlet on the planet required to devote one solid hour for an around the world broadcast of the inspirational wisdom of Ted Nugent? Last but not least, why are all you rat bastards cringing in abject horror about Hambo's World? I so don't deserve that crap from you...Bite me..

[Obviously, nobody in their right mind would give Hambo that kind of power. BUT, we like to think that a world under PIGish control would only be terrifying to those who get heartburn whenever somebody exercises their birthright of inalienable individual liberty. Let’s face it, a world run by PIG would be a major improvement. We promise to be cool when you grovel at our feet.]


TRAILBLAZERS
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Why are America’s rugged individuals an endangered species?

North America has a long, storied tradition when it comes to trailblazers and those exceptional humans I call "rugged individuals". The "new world" was not user friendly in the least, but more than 10,000 years ago, in the waning days of an ice age, Siberian trailblazers gazed upon the land bridge across the Bering Straits and asked themselves "I wonder where that leads?". Refusing to shrug it off, these trailblazers started out on a dangerous journey into unknown territory to face its dangers head-on. Why did they risk it? Because it’s a primal human impulse to find out what’s around that next turn in the road, beyond that hill on the horizon, or across that dangerous stretch of ocean.

Millennia later, another influx of rugged, trailblazing individuals started out on their own dangerous journey in boats that were barely up to the challenge of a notoriously unforgiving stretch of ocean. They landed on the new world and began to populate its eastern shores with men and women who dared to dream of a bold, untried form of government. Shaped by the new continent they now inhabited, these liberty-seeking Americans stunned the world by beating the reigning world superpower- England - in a war that they weren’t supposed to win. Far from finished, they threw away the existing political playbook and dared to form a nation whose government was strictly, severely, explicitly, limited to those functions that maximized the liberty of each and every American citizen.

During the years that followed, this nation conceived in liberty continued to produce those trailblazing rugged individuals who, instinctively, carve out their own niche by forging their own, one-of-a-kind identity. They are easy to identify because they’re, invariably the kind of sovereign individual who can’t be tagged with a convenient, one-size-fits-all label, pigeonholed and quickly forgotten.

At the dawn of this nation conceived in liberty, Thomas Paine took up his pen and wrote inspirational words that bolstered the colonists’ fighting spirit during the darkest days of America’s revolutionary war. Later, he traveled to France and risked his life by defying its ruling elites. His unrelenting advocacy for inalienable individual liberty landed him in jail and nearly cost him his life. Just getting started, Paine took on the world’s most powerful lobby, the Christian Church, and fought it to a standstill with a book that’s still widely read "Age of Reason". That last battle alienated Paine from the American mainstream, but he never backed down because "quit" is one word this rugged American individual didn’t have in his vocabulary.

Throughout America’s history, trailblazers - rugged individuals - emerged from the teeming masses, but, the sad fact is that, over the years, decades and centuries following our nation’s inception, America grew soft and produced fewer of these essential individuals as the years passed. For every Thomas Edison, Henry Ford, Mark Twain, Buddy Holly, George Patton or Ayn Rand there were thousands who sought the anonymous comfort that comes from being "another face in the crowd". I’d like to tell you that this trend is reversing itself, but I can’t.

"Back in the day" we would find an elected official like Teddy Roosevelt, Ronald Reagan or Barry Goldwater who was that ultra rare trailblazing rugged individual who defied the odds by winning an election. As much as I want to tell you we still have some of these essential sovereign individuals around, I can't. In 2007, our liberty is being suffocated by a rising tide of dime-a-dozen Elected Tormentors who spout, with meaningless variations, the same liberty-zapping, Nanny State aggrandizing line.

America no longer produces the trailblazers we need and that’s more than a little troubling, because they are so essential to our nation’s survival. In 2007, America is teeming with pretenders who try to pose as trailblazers, but they lack that essential quality: the guts to face your critics in open battle, defeat them in the arena of ideas, then move ahead to face that next challenge. Instead, we have political punks like Jimmy Carter who writes an inflammatory book full of distortions, then refuses to accept a challenge to debate it in a public forum. We have an ambitious woman named Comrade Hillary who has NEVER allowed her views, her qualifications, to be challenged in a open, no holds barred forum. All of Comrade Hillary’s public appearances are scripted, stage managed to a fault and completely controlled, especially those so-called interviews with fawning alleged journalists.

Now and then, one of those rare rugged individuals emerges where you least expect them. That’s certainly the case with author, lecturer and talk show host Tammy Bruce. After starting out as a card-carrying NO NAD, Tammy broke out of that suffocating mold and forged her own, unique identity. She doesn’t drink the RoveCo Kool-Aid and she won’t kowtow to the prevailing lefty loony tune agenda. Trailblazer Tammy’s views are utterly, uniquely Tammy.

A stark contrast to the News Nitwit horde, John Stossel is that rare exception, a rugged individual who refuses to censor himself to please his network news bosses. John’s reports don’t contain a hint of Kool-Aid and they aren’t tainted by the merest trace of the approved lefty news spin. Trailblazer John is quite simply John, a man who defies conventional wisdom and refuses to accept a convenient label.

On a smaller, but no less important scale, Jon Basso, the man behind our favorite burger joint, The Heart Attack Grill, is one of those too damn rare, rugged American individuals. Defying the Fat Nazi horde and the Nanny State nitwits who aid and abet them, Jon blazed his own, restaurant industry trail at a time when most people - foolishly - believed all the great ideas had been road tested in the marketplace. Defying the Korrectniks, the Fat Nazis and the Nanny State clowns, Jon presses on with his plans to spread Heart Attack Grill franchises from sea to shining sea. He’s the classic trailblazing rugged American individual.

No list of modern trailblazers would be complete without mentioning a classic example of rugged individualism, Ted Nugent. Unlike those prattling Dixie Bitches who play up to an adoring lefty media, Ted throws down the gauntlet with his enthusiasm for guns, hunting, individual liberty, and giving Korrectnik pinheads heartburn. There’s only one Ted and he is, we’re pleased to report, the embodiment of trailblazing rugged individualism.

Is there some magic way to repopulate America with this vanishing breed? Not really, but that doesn’t mean the situation is hopeless. You are the master of your own fate. Refuse to be pigeonholed. Dare to strike out on your own with some new, never been tried idea. Believe it or not, that’s how this speed bump in cyberspace got started. Two rugged individual wannabes decided to blaze a new trail with an your face, blatantly politically incorrect endeavor named PIG. We don’t claim to be Ted Nugent class trailblazing rugged individuals, but we’re working on it every damn day. If we can do it, why aren’t you? Don’t just sit there, start blazing your own trail.

The following supplemental trailblazer prose appeared in PIG's Tasty Tidbits:

Predictably, there are some trailblazers who, for a variety of reasons didn’t make the Top Story cut. There are many who deserve at least a mention: Ben Franklin, Thomas Jefferson, Steve Jobs, Bill Gates, and countless other "outside the box" thinkers. There are, in addition, certain special cases whom we refuse to neglect. We decided to honor their accomplishments here.

Early in America’s history, two rugged American individuals named Lewis and Clark rounded up a band of like-minded trailblazers and ventured forth to explore this new continent. Depending on how Korrect your government cess-school was, you learned that the Lewis and Clark expedition mapped a trail across North America from the Mississippi River to the Pacific Ocean. We’re thrilled, within reason over that fun fact, but we feel compelled to point out that Lewis and Clark made another, egregiously ignored contribution to American culture. They invented the Great American Road Trip.

A Siberian-American hottie named Pocahontas is another trailblazer whose most significant contribution to American culture is intolerably glossed over. We all know that story about how she saved Captain John Smith and many of you probably know that she eventually married a cradle robbing Englishman named John Rolfe. But, this trailblazer is fondly honored here in the PIGdom for pioneering a new, utterly American entity, that paragon of forbidden fruit, the jailbait temptress. Rumors that she also blazed another new trail as the first American pinup wenchlet can’t be confirmed, at this time.

General George Armstrong Custer is another historical figure whose most important trailblazing adventure is inexplicably ignored. Some of you might know from your history classes about George’s military feats in that conflict my Southern friends still call, "The War of Yankee Dog Aggression". Most of you know about his untimely demise at Little Big Horn. But, here in the PIGdom, we choose to raise a brewskie or two in his honor for adding the phrase "hair raising adventure" to the American lexicon.

No list of underappreciated American trailblazers would be complete unless we bring up that legend in his own mind, a liberal icon whose relentless self-promotion has reached epic proportions. He’s a dedicated "public servant", an author, a film-maker and much more. His environment-related histrionics make the antics of Chicken Little pale by comparison. But, here in the PIGdom we honor him for creating the essential element that makes this speedbump in cyberspace possible. I refer, of course to that trailblazing hall of famer, Albert Gore Jr., the man who - just ask him and he’ll confirm it - invented the Internet.

Most of you know Larry King as the CNN talk show host who launched a daring, but fruitless campaign to repopularize suspenders as a "must have" fashion accessory. Aside from the relentlessly annoying Urkel on the sitcom 'Family Matters', Larry's quest to restore this fashion item to its former glory has been a complete and utter waste of time. As "outside the box" as Larry's Quixotean suspenders quest might be, it's not the reason he's garnered "Special Trailblazer Status" in the PIGdom. We honor Larry King for his singular ability to build a show around guests who achieved room temperature years, even decades ago. Everybody warned him that he couldn’t succeed with a talk show around dead guests, but he proved them wrong. That's mind-boggling rugged individualism.

No matter how hard you try to ignore it, you know that John Kerry went to Vietnam. If you’re paying attention, you also know that he scammed his way to a purple heart then built a political career on that brief, in-country stint. Stage managing a trip to a war zone in such a way that you’re on the public dole as an Elected Tormentor for the rest of your life is, we’ll grudgingly admit, a form of trailblazing. But it’s not the stuff of which rugged individualism is made. Here in the PIGdom, we confer "Special Trailblazer Status" on John for his unrelenting, utterly John, contribution to public discourse. John has boldly gone where nobody has gone before with a singular trailblazing feat we call "the universal opinion". No matter what your point of view is on a given topic, John has publically advocated it. Or, if he hasn’t sounded off on your side, yet, he will, if you give him 5 minutes. That’s why he’s John Flip-Flop and you’re not.


SELF-DECEPTION 101
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Seeking the wrong answers, because the real ones are politically incorrect.

Whenever something goes bump in the night a crisis is declared, then the spinners march in seeking politically correct answers to the problem. The best way to explain this spin doctored version of crisis management is that venerable adage about "a bull in a china shop". The pinheads who perpetrate spin doctored crisis management willfully obsess on examining the broken china littering the shop, but they steadfastly refuse to confront the large, smirking bovine standing in the middle of the devastation. They know the bull is there, but mentioning it would be politically incorrect - it might give this cranky bovine a boo-boo - so they simply ignore it and devise an irrational "solution" to the problem.

The purveyors of spin doctored crisis management come from all walks of life, but the most egregious, repeat, offenders are Elected Tormentors looking to matriculate up the political ladder and alleged "experts" with an agenda. In both cases, solving real problems with viable, politically incorrect solutions would be deleterious to their career ambitions so they avoid such reality checks like the plague. Instead, they offer up career enhancing smoke and mirrors non-solutions that are geared to getting them that all important career boost.

The City of Angels’ mayor, Antonio Reconquista, mainlines on bovine phobia. Gang bangers throughout the city are on a murdering rampage. In 2006, a conservative estimate pins 56% of the city’s murders on gang bangers. In the worst gang-infested neighborhoods, "Latino" gangs are ethnically cleansing the neighborhood by blatantly killing off its remaining black inhabitants. In L.A.’s city and county jails, the same ethnic cleansing is happening. It’s race-motivated gang warfare but Mayor Reconquista refuses to confront the truth. Instead, he spouts drivel about poverty, lack of education and "hopelessness". What a load of crap. The large bovine in L.A.’s gang ravaged china shop has a Spanish accent. The real cause of this gang banger ethnic cleansing is the city’s refusal to roll up the sanctuary city welcome mat the political hacks laid out for border jumping scumbag invaders. The bull in this china shop is Special Order 40 which handcuffs the LAPD and strictly bans them from arresting a known border jumping scumbag gang banger on immigration charges and getting that murdering rat bastard deported. In L.A., spin doctored crisis management is turning the City of Angels into a killing ground that makes Baghdad look like kid stuff.

Another prime example of spin doctored crisis management also happened in the City of Angels. On December 22, 2006, a man poured some mercury on a downtown subway platform then walked to a nearby call box to report this "mercury spill" to transit officials. He then boarded a subway train and disappeared. It took the transit officials 8 hours to react and when they did, the proper authorities ignored the obvious bovine and deemed this incident "an odd and goofy accident". In this case the bovine has a familiar name "terrorism". Since the man was, according to some reports, middle eastern, the rational explanation for this is much more sinister, but too politically incorrect for city officials. This smells like a test run to assess transportation system security and response times. Next time it won’t be mercury and it won’t be a test. The terrorist attack clock is ticking in L.A.

Since we’re pounding on the no longer "golden" state, we’ll move down the road to the state capital where spin-doctored crisis management has reached epidemic proportions. It’s hardly breaking news to anyone that Mexifornia has a "healthcare" crisis. It’s damn near impossible to elude the news about hospitals up and down the state closing down their emergency rooms. Elsewhere, other experts are wringing their hands over the overcrowding in the state’s graybars. The politically correct solution to each of these ‘crises’ involves throwing billions of borrowed dollars at the problem. Once again, the large bovine causing all the trouble has a Spanish accent. The real problem - the politically incorrect problem nobody wants to face - is border jumping scumbags invaders. They clog those hospital emergency rooms. They comprise a rapidly increasing percentage of Mexifornia’s prison population. The real solution begins by rolling up the taxpayer funded, freebie littered, welcome mat and getting real about making Mexifornia less attractive to border jumping scumbags. It’s not a panacea but it’s a start.

Unwilling to face the border jumping scumbag bovine that lurks on our porous southern border, the Clown Posse running this nation, especially the Clown In Chief, Vicente W. Bush, do much more than ignore the bovine. In this case they make sure he’s well fed and gets unrestricted access to this nation. We saw this in action recently when two border patrol agents, Ignacio Ramos and Jose Alonso Compean, were railroaded by their own government for trying to stop a border jumping scumbag drug smuggler. Because these agents shot a Mexican drug punk in the butt, Vicente W. Bush staged a federal prosecution that sent these two border patrol agents to a federal penitentiary for more than 10 years, each. This border bovine carries W's warning to the border patrol: "Back off or I’ll send your ass to the slammer for a decade like I just did to Ignacio and Jose". The politically incorrect reality here is that Vicente W. Bush is a border-erasing rat bastard whose primary allegiance is to MEXICO.

Global Warming is politically correct crisis management on a world-spanning scale. Using fatally flawed data and self-serving politically motivated "analysis", the Global Warming Chicken Little crowd beavers away to portray humanity and its technology as the villains of the piece. These Global Warming goons see the bovine but blatantly ignore it to advance their agenda. The name of this bovine is "naturally occurring earth cycles", cycles that have nothing to do with humans. The reality here isn’t man’s climate zapping technology, it’s the fact that Global Warming gives pinheads with an agenda a perfect excuse to mount a frontal assault on their arch enemy: capitalism and the liberty it spawns.

The Clown Posse punks infesting Capitol Hill in Washington D.C. are so adept at this practice that they, routinely, invent a crisis so they can spin doctor a solution to it. That’s certainly the case with a Beltway gem called Campaign Finance Reform. Spouting drivel about expunging "big money" from politics, these smoke and mirrors wranglers drew up a self-serving gem of a law that muzzles rank and file American citizens during an election cycle. The name of this bovine is the First Amendment to the U.S. Constitution, an ‘inalienable’ liberty that McCain’s Campaign Finance Reform obscenity left in tatters on the Senate floor. Campaign Finance Reform has one, obvious purpose, making incumbents damn near invulnerable to election cycle challenges.

Don’t let these smoke and mirrors punks fool you. Refuse to be distracted from the large bovine standing in the middle of the destruction. Ignoring reality might give you temporary comfort but it never lasts. Objective reality will make you pay, because ignoring these politically incorrect reality checks will guarantee another, more destructive rampage by these politically incorrect bovines. Open your eyes, stare that bovine in the face, then start working on a way to corral that brute before it’s too late.


AMERICAN QUISLINGS
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Quisling (kwiz-ling), n. A person who betrays his or her own country by aiding an invading enemy.

How The Traitors In Our Midst Undermine Our Battle To Preserve And Protect Our Liberty.

Make no mistake PIGsters, these are very perilous times for this nation that was conceived in liberty. America is locked in a ferocious battle for its very survival and, despite the valor of our men and women in uniform, we are losing. We are losing because, in spite of our victories on the battlefield, there are those among us who are actively working against us. We're losing where it hurts most, PIGsters. We are losing here on the home front where a critical mass of traitors, moon bats and Surrender Monkeys are selling us out to our enemies. Whether it's Islamikaze bastards like CAIR, Colonistas like Mecha, or steaming political punk loads like Jimmy Carter, they all share one goal. They all seek the untimely demise of our liberty. For the lack of a better term - most of them unprintable in a family-friendly publication - we call these scumbags, and countless others, American Quislings.

Emboldened by a complacent, spin doctored American populace, these subversive Quisling scumbags are, systematically, undermining our liberty and, deliberately, sabotaging our national sovereignty. The best way to expose this unrelenting assault on our nation that was conceived in liberty is through some examples gleaned from the pages of your local fishwrap. Make no mistake, PIGsters, the ones we'll cite are only the tip of the proverbial iceberg.

Here, for those who can stomach this reality check, are some obvious Quisling examples.

In Mexican-occupied Los Angeles, the Vichy Americans on the city council stabbed Uncle Sam in the back and took a dump on American citizenship with a surrender document called the "Declaration of Los Angeles". Essentially coronating border jumping scumbags as valiant victims of American oppression, the Declaration of Los Angeles (DOLA) surrendered our sovereignty without a fight, via a unanimous vote by these Quisling bastards. In this steaming DOLA load, these Quislings branded any American who speaks out against this border jumping scumbag invasion as "Xenophobes". In this pile of traitorous DOLA crap, the Los Angeles City Council of Quislings slandered citizen groups who monitor our borders - the Minutemen whom they were too damn gutless to cite by name - as "vigilantes". I have a label of my own for these rat goddamn Vichy American Quisling bastards, "TRAITORS". Round them up: revoke their citizenship: exile them to a Tijuana slum. (That would be an oxymoron, huh?)

Educrat Quislings at all levels of the Educrap hierarchy brainwash students with their culturally Marxist, America denigrating sludge. As a result, properly conditioned students are predisposed to celebrate our destruction.

Clintonista emeritus, New Mexico Governor Bill Richardson, decided to try his hand at foreign policy with America's biggest fans, the North Koreans. I know what you're thinking and I tend to agree, but Brain-dead Billy assures us that the North Koreans are "sincere" and can be trusted. Am I the only one who remembers the last time a Clintonista assured us that the North Koreans could be trusted? Am I the only one who remembers waking up with a shudder, when our trustworthy North Korean friends field tested their first nuke, using the very technology that these trusting Clintonista Quisling scumbags gave them? Unlike Billy Quisling Richardson, I don't trust North Korea as far as I can throw Saturn. Moreover, I don't trust Billy Quisling Richardson one damn bit. That Quisling scumbag should be exiled to his beloved North Korea, right damn now.

CAIR's Islamikaze Quislings seek special "hands off" status for Mecca Maniacs. If CAIR pulls off this fetid ploy, nobody - civilian or proper authority - would be allowed to investigate, halt, or otherwise impede any antic that a Jihadikaze terrorist might perpetrate during the next assault on us, here in the USA.

With the war on Jihadikaze lunatics raging, around the damn world, an American Quisling who's who are swarming into Syria to kiss the tyrant in chief, Bashar al-Assad's ring. Never mind that Assad's notion of meaningful foreign policy begins - and ends - with murdering the duly elected officials of other nations. He gets a pass because he's a close personal pal of such notables as Senators Bill Nelson, Arlen Specter and John "Flip-Flop" Kerry. These and various other ring-kissing political punk Quislings don't give a rat's ass that Assad, routinely, arms, trains and deploys many of the Jihadikazes who slaughter our men and women in uniform. They might not give a damn, but I damn sure do and so should you. Assad is Jihadikaze scum and these Quisling rat bastards can't wait to suck up to him. I am so fed up with the traitorous scumbags who infest Capitol Hill that it can't be quantified.

How, you ask, can all these American Quislings operate out in the open without anyone making them answer for their traitorous, subversive antics? The answer to that one brings us to the propaganda arm of the American Quisling strike force: News Nitwit Quislings like CNN, the L.A. Times, and those "journalism" Quisling trailblazers at the New York Times. When it comes to undermining our liberty, these mass media Quislings use every loathsome trick in the book to pave the road to victory for our sworn enemies. Border jumping scumbag invaders aren't chronically needy, disease-ridden, crimes-infested invaders, they are tragic "economic refugees". Jihadikazes aren't murdering bastards who would behead your tyke to amuse themselves; they are pathetic, egregiously misunderstood "victims" of American imperialism. Hugo "Skipper" Chavez, Kim Jong-il and Mahmoud al-Gilligan aren't dangerous lunatics who seek our destruction; they are slightly eccentric world leaders who have "issues" with America's foreign policy. Give me a break, News Nitwit Quislings. I'm not that stupid, so knock it the hell off.

No tip of the iceberg list of American Quislings would be complete without the clown prince of Quislings, Jimmy Carter. This reeking load of ex-presidential crap never met an avowed enemy of America whom he didn't adore. When he's not kissing any, every, Jihadikaze butt he can find, this peanut-brained Quisling is kowtowing to North Korea's insane tyrant or French kissing a Marxist bastard like Hugo Chavez. Look up "Quisling" in your dictionary and you'll find Jimmy's mug shot. Jimmy "Mr. Quisling" Carter is so vile it makes this diehard pagan want to believe in Hell. Why? Because this piece of crap deserves a special circle of Hell that's his and his alone.

Can America survive this American Quisling assault on our liberty? Perhaps, but the keys to victory reside in each and every one of us. If we don't get pissed, stand up and fight for our liberty, right damn now, then we will wake up one ignoble day in a nation conceived in tyranny. Get with the program, PIGsters. Failure is not an option.


A CALL TO ARMS
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Why Is America seeking a politically expedient fix for a problem that can only be solved on the battlefield?

"Nobody ever defended anything successfully, there is only attack and attack and attack some more." (George Patton)

Our brave men and women on the front lines of this battle against Jihadikaze rat bastards are being stabbed in the back by the folks here in the USA. Saddled with politically imposed restrictions that keep them from doing the job that needs to be done, our brave men and women in uniform are forced to watch the clown posse in Washington D.C. try to fix a problem that was caused by their politically correct tinkering. How will they "fix" it? With a lot more political tinkering. This is NOT a problem that can be fixed with politics, diplomacy or any of that crap. The only thing that our enemy understands...the only thing that will get his undivided attention...the only thing that will cure what ails him is a high caliber reality check and speedy burial.

Unfortunately, that’s the last thing that’s likely to happen because in 2006, America is populated by a critical mass of fair weather patriots who want to run up the white flag if the on-going war on terror isn't wrapped up as neatly and quickly as a CSI episode? Are 21st century Americans so soft that the slightest setback will send them fleeing in abject terror? Are we, the rank and file Americans, as gutless as the elected tormentors who would sell out our men and women in uniform for a transitory political gain? The answer to all three is "probably". It's par for the course when you combine the 24-hour news cycle with a population that has been so completely government schooled they're incapable of drawing their own conclusions, without seeking "guidance" from the News Nazi spin doctors.

Can you imagine how the News Nazi horde would eviscerate George Washington for taking his army to Valley Forge in the dead of winter? Every damn minute they'd be flashing gut wrenching images from their 'embedded' reporter, showing the enemy how desperate the American army's condition was. They'd trot out some 18th Century Cindy Sheehan who would whine about her baby getting frostbite and start demanding that George be brought up on charges, then executed. Valley Forge was hellish enough, without relentless liberal yammering about "George Washington and his right-wing extremists".

Can you imagine the News Nazi histrionics if they were around to cover the Civil War's bloodiest battle, Antietam? Can you imagine the relentless news nitwit yammering about the 22,726 (9 times the American casualties on D-Day) Americans who were killed or wounded on that one bloody day? Every viewer careless enough to tune in would be having nightmares about dead and/or shattered bodies for decades. The news nitwits would be calling for Honest Abe's head on a platter in record time. Mexican War vets would be trotted out to call the American Civil War "a quagmire".

Can you imagine the caterwauling from today's cringing congressional cretins during the Marines' long heroic ordeal at Guadalcanal? The same "damn the torpedoes" cretins who were terminally hawkish right after Pearl Harbor would start clamoring for our withdrawal, after that first disastrous naval battle with the Tokyo Express in Iron Bottom Sound. Long before this pitched, turning point, battle ended, these Capitol Hill cowards would all be yammering about how we needed to pull back and try to "understand" why the Empire of Japan was compelled to attack us. Jimmy Carter would probably stage a photo op in Tokyo with Tojo and Yamamoto, demanding that America confess its unpardonable sins against the peace-loving Japanese.

Unfortunately, America isn't the nation it was a half century ago. When Japan bombed Pearl Harbor, America's only thought was to dish out some major payback, and nobody said a damn thing about stopping before the job was done and we'd totally kicked the enemy's butt. In 2006, its rugged, patriotic individualism subverted by its elected tormentors and the News Nazi horde, America is quickly turning into a white flag clutching nation populated by a critical mass of surrender monkeys. We're told that kicking butt when some asshat attacks us is "wrong" because we really need to understand how we "oppressed" our sworn enemies into attacking us. I'll let you imagine how George Patton would react to such inane blithering.

As much as I’d love to pin all the blame for our national aversion to this war on the News Nitwits, I can’t. Granted they are the willing American Quislings in our midst, but they’re only part of the problem. The big problem is inside the D.C. Beltway where the Iraq Surrender Group is getting a rousing ovation. Give me a goddamn break! The last goddamn thing we want or need is some toothless political hacks packing white goddamn flags charging to the "rescue". The Iraq Surrender Group sounds like a very bad Saturday Night Live skit, but, the sad truth is that it’s all too real. Setting aside the group’s glaring deficiencies - the lack of any input from experienced military sources - we’re faced with the fact that the Quislings in the mass media are treating them like gods who came down from Mount Olympus to save our bacon. As bad as that is, we’re forced to watch the cut and run clowns on Capitol Hill - and elsewhere in government - treat these clueless American surrender monkeys like they’re the second coming of the Cross Dude bringing long awaited salvation.

Before we deploy those white flags, let’s try to remember that this war started when these Jihadikaze rat bastards attacked us, right here in the United States of America. They picked this fight and they won’t quit until America and its inalienable individual liberty are utterly and completely destroyed. We must fight them with everything we’ve got and it might as well be in Iraq because the moment we cut and run there, the Jihadikaze rat bastards will move the front lines in this battle to the death to Chicago, Los Angeles, New York, Houston and Washington D.C. Is that what America’s cut and run cretins want? Whether they want it or not, it’s what they’ll get.

War is not a CSI episode. It’s a dirty business full of setbacks, frustrations, and unpleasant surprises. There weren’t any quick fixes at Valley Forge. There weren’t any shortcuts at Guadalcanal, Iwo Jima or Okinawa. It was a brutal, bloody business that cost the USA too many of our bravest citizens. Aside from a new brand of killing technology, war is the same dirty goddamn job it has always been. The sooner we face up to that bitter truth the better. The only way it ends is when one side has completely depleted the enemy’s ability to put up a fight. This war is no different. We damn sure better bury them before they bury every last one of us.

It's time to wake the hell up and realize that, like the Revolutionary War, the Civil War and World War II, Uncle Sam is in a prolonged battle with a determined enemy - Islamikaze asshats - that he can't afford to lose. This time, we are in a fight for our very survival with an implacable enemy whose goal is nothing less that world domination. After the last battle is won and the Islamikaze scum are defeated, the historians can assess our mistakes then parcel out blame and/or credit for our blunders in Iraq. We don't have time for that crap, now, because we're in the middle of a war where losing is not a viable option.


PIG PROPS: WE'RE NOT WORTHY

There are rumblings near and far about the ominous dark cloud that has settled over the PIGdom. Our first instinct was to issue an unequivocal "Bite Me" but cooler heads prevailed. We decided to dispel those paranoid visions of Hambo escaping from his cell and spreading death, destruction and chaos wherever he goes. Rest assured, PIGsters, there's no need for alarm and we plan to prove it by honoring those stalwart individuals from many fields of endeavor who set a sterling example for us to follow.

Over the past few weeks, PIG has been busy pointing out particular Korrectniks who get on our nerves. This week, we're hitting you with a change of pace by giving PIG Props were they're due. Those selected for our "We're Not Worthy" praise are saluted for their efforts in battling the Cultural Marxism - a.k.a. Political Correctness - that threatens to snuff out the lamp of inalienable individual liberty.

The heroic warriors against the politically correct plague who earned "We're Not Worthy" praise come from many fields of endeavor. Each of them is a hero or heroine in his or her own right. Most of their names are familiar, but you might not think of them as waging war on P.C.

MUSIC: PIG admires Toby Keith and Charlie Daniels for their patriotism. We admire AC-DC because their music continues to rock our world. But, PIG's top Inkorrect music wrangler is Ted Nugent, a dude whose outspoken views on everything from guns, liberals and dating his daughter during his lifetime, gives Korrectniks heartburn.

Exhibit A is his response to NO NAD whiners who pin a "sexist" label on his 'Wang Dang Sweet Poontang' : "Fuck you and go to a Garth Brooks show. Kiss my dog's dead, diseased, rotting ass. If you don't have a sense of humor, you're not allowed in Ted's world. I don't objectify women. I'd like to think that I'm optimizing their hardware."

Well said, Ted.

EATERIES: Billy-Bob's Burger Barn is great, but if you want more than just fries to go with that rustic fare, we recommend The Heart Attack Grill. The Heart Attack Grill took the comparatively tame Inkorrectness of the oft-reviled "Hooters" chain and kicked it up several notches with monster burgers called the "Quadruple By-Pass" and waitresses dressed as naughty nurses straight out of a horndog's wildest fantasy.

We know they "deliver", but do they make housecalls?

RADIO: Some of you might cite Mancow or Imus, but in our book, the gold standard is the Decency Demon, Howard Stern. Howard was giving Korrectniks - on the left and right - heartburn years before either of these pretenders, belatedly, jumped on board.

We said South Park, not Grace Park! What to do?

BOOB TUBE : Vintage PIGsters might cite "All in the Family". Others would nominate "The Simpsons" for We're Not Worthy consideration. We concede that both have some merit. "Married With Children" holds a favored place in our PIGishly Incorrect hearts, but our top choice in this category is "South Park", a show that is dementedly, delightfully, outrageously Inkorrect and damn proud of it.

WRITERS: John Stossel is cool and Inkorrect in his own way. So are Walter Williams and Thomas Sowell. PIG's "We're Not Worthy" dynamic scribbler duo are not household names but they should be. Charles Sykes set the bar for nailing Korrectniks with his "A Nation of Victims", a book that everyone should read. The second nominee, Dinesh D'Souza, is so infamously Inkorrect that he's routinely protested - often banned - from appearing at high schools and Ivory Towers. Dinesh, quite frankly, is an Ethnocrat's worse nightmare.

ACTORS: Chuck Heston - for his NRA stand - is a contender, but he's not our pick in his category. Gary (Lieutenant Dan) Sinise gets our vote for two reasons. He seldom discusses politics during his interviews. AND, he defies Tinsel Town lefties by his actions: organizing a campaign to collect and disseminate school supplies for kids in Iraq.

ELECTED TORMENTORS: Generally speaking, all of these rat bastards give us a pain. We give Tom Tancredo well earned props for his long, unpopular - with the Elephant Clan leadership - fight to put the border jumping scumbag invasion on the front political burner.

CARTOONISTS: If "Danish Cartoonists" didn't pop into your mind, wake the hell up. These daring Danes probably knew a major Islamikaze tantrum was headed their way and they served up this dose of cutting edge political Incorrectness anyway.

HORNDOG EMERITUS: Hugh Hefner is the only choice. Despite our "issues" with his blatantly lefty politics, we salute Hugh for one reason. He's a Viagra popping dude in his 80's who resets the bar for politically Inkorrect senior citizenhood by living with three hotties young enough to be his granddaughters.

We might not be "worthy" when compared to these icons of Inkorrectness, but we're determined to live up to the cutting edge of Incorrectness which these and countless others embody.

PIG promises to keep "kicking it up" a notch at a time until some future politically incorrect wannabe cites us along with these trend setters as an icon of incorrectness. It's the proverbial "dirty job", but you don't need to put a gun to our head to make us admit that we love our work. We're Not Worthy, yet, but we're working on it.


SOMETHING IN THE WATER?
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How the hell did a fun guy like me get stuck in the Twilight Zone?

One of my primary PIGish tasks involves plodding through websites, fishwraps, magazines and other "news" sources for PIG-worthy tidbits. In addition to keeping me off the streets, it's occasionally amusing and invariably informative. Like too many elements of objective reality, it comes fully equipped with its own dark underbelly. Lately, this dark underbelly is exhibiting very disturbing properties. I'm willing to concede the possibility that this "the dark side is getting much darker" sensation is a figment of my imagination, since, it's possible that I'm not as immune to this crap as I was in bygone days. I'm willing to believe that, but it's a very hard sell, now that the dark underbelly of objective reality has a disturbing resemblance to the Twilight Zone.

I'm still capable of shrugging off some of this dark underbelly stuff. For example, as incomprehensible as it might be to this rational adult, I can cope with the fact that a statistically significant percentage of Earth's alleged humans find The Skank's (Paris Hilton) antics endlessly fascinating. I'm able to cope with the numbing notion that roughly 50% of America's alleged adults are ready, willing, and eager to punch a chad for the parasite-loving Donkey Clan. It's a struggle, but I'm marginally able to ignore the well-documented fact that a sizeable percentage of Americans refuse to believe in and/or flat out detest Darwinian Evolution. Occasionally - it gets harder all the time - I can even deal with the reality that Tony Perkins, Brent Bozell and Don Wildmon exercise their inalienable individual liberty by trying to infringe, limit or obliterate mine.

Based on these, and numerous other examples, it would appear that I'm holding my own against objective reality's dark underbelly. Appearances, in this case, are deceiving. Try as I might, there are some elements of this dark underbelly that are just too damn irrational to be ignored. Did something in my drinking water transport me into the Twilight Zone? I'll let you be the judge. The following terminally twisted items are entered into evidence:

When gas/oil prices go into orbit, our state and federal Elected Tormentors build more bureaucratic roadblocks to stop companies from building new refineries. They seal the deal on this irrationality by banning oil production on American’s proven, undeveloped oil reserves. Cue the Twilight Zone theme maestro.

Duane "Dog" Chapman, will be extradited for trial in Mexico, because the bounty hunter helped capture a rapist in Mexico and get him back to America. "Stupid" is extraditing him for taking a rapist out of circulation. "Utterly incomprehensible" is extraditing him to a nation that won’t give us back the rat bastards who murdered cops here, then scurried back to Mexico. Crank up the Twilight Zone theme, maestro.

A gutless punk from a prominent - politically connected - family gets into an auto accident. He allows his female passenger to drown and he doesn't get around to reporting the accident until the next day. In most cases this punk would be slammer bait, but he's a Kennedy so we send this cowardly blowhard to the United States Senate for the next 4 damn decades. Making this crap endlessly thrilling, we let this rat bastard pontificate to us about morality of all things. Cue the Twilight Zone theme, maestro.

When I read that actor/director George "Loony" Clooney is invited lecture the Black Helicopter Club’s Security Council on a blood-drenched mess called Darfur, I know that somewhere along the line I got detached from objective reality. Clooney is entitled to speak his mind, but why should he get more attention than all the rational adults from sea to shining sea who decried the genocide in Darfur, time and time again? Bring up that Twilight Zone theme, maestro.

We're in a war with a determined, highly motivated enemy who is eager to die for the cause, as long as he can take out some Infidels when he cashes in on that 72 virgins IOU. We're being invaded by millions of diseased, chronically needy border jumping scumbags, but what's number one with a bullet on the Capitol Hill hit parade? Our Elected Tormentors are obsessed with making it impossible for a sovereign, betting individual to pay his Internet gambling debts with his credit card. Cue the Twilight Zone Theme again, maestro.

Peace at any price pinheads and certain Capitol Hill cut and run clowns insist that war is the wrong way to deal with murdering Jihadikaze bastards. Instead, they demand that we sit down with these blood crazed true believers and initiate a dialog. How do you "negotiate" with a rat bastard whose only goal is to kill you? They want us wiped off the planet and we’re supposed to discuss it? Hit me with that Twilight Zone theme, maestro.

I’m hanging in there, PIGsters, but it’s getting much harder with each passing day. Certain insane notions have me teetering on the ragged edge of a headlong plunge into the Twilight Zone. How will I cope when the Dementocrats perpetrate "U.S. Senator Al Frankenstein"? Can I survive a President Comrade Hillary? Will the next angry screed from Natalie "Warthog" Maines send me over the edge? How many more times will I watch a tiresome tub of ex-presidential jello named Jimmy Carter stab Uncle Sam in the back before I snap and get caught in the Twilight Zone forever?

In theory, I should have built up an immunity to this Twilight Zone assault on my sanity. Apparently, not even the years I spent in Mexifornia - arguably in the heart of the Twilight Zone - allowed me to build up the tolerance to withstand the relentless forces exerted by this virulent reality-insulated realm. Will the mighty Hambo succumb? The jury is still out.

Cue that Twilight Zone Theme one last time, maestro.


PIG SEZ "BITE ME"
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A table-pounding tantrum about stuff that bugs the crap out of us.

Maybe it's the strain from channeling all that sensitivity to appease the PIGals in last week's Top Story. Maybe it's that cellidiot who drove 30 mph below the posted limit, in the fast lane, with his turn signal blinking, for 30 goddamn miles. Maybe it's as simple as a chronic shortage of blood-stirring booty in our lives. Whatever the cause, the PIG staff is in an especially ornery mood this week, so batten down the hatches PIGsters, it's going to be a very bumpy ride from here on out.

The unvarnished truth is that dumb stuff - big, small, cosmic or pathetically petty - bugs the living crap out of us. Since we're not wired for suffering in silence, we decided to vent our pent up frustrations here on this infamous cyberspace speed bump. If you beat a confession out of us - we'd probably enjoy it - we'd tell you that this inherent crankiness is one of the primary reasons we created PIG in the first place.

We are up to "here" with the scumbags who spend every waking minute whining about the way Islam is egregiously maligned by those dastardly Infidels. We've f-ing had it with that Mecca Maniac apologist tying himself in verbal knots trying to separate Islam from terrorism. Enough already. When militant Mennonites strap bombs on themselves and blow up shopping centers, Toll Booths, or airliners, we'll listen to your "religion of peace drivel". When some Islamikaze pinheads seize control of a nation and impose inalienable individual liberty instead of Sharia tyranny, we'll reconsider your "religion of peace" whoppers. When the lion's share of the world's conflicts involve Quaker freedom fighters battling the differently-Quaker, we'll take your "religion of peace" bovine excrement under advisement. Until then, from the bottom of our PIGish hearts, PIG sez "BITE ME".

PIG has f-ing had it will all those Oil Futures speculators who bid up oil prices every damn time Hugo Chavez gets the sniffles or that Iranian wingnut spouts more insane drivel. Until these speculating scumbags knock it the hell off, from the bottom of our PIGish hearts, PIG sez, "BITE ME".

If, as seems to be the case, airport security is a vital tool in combating Jihadikaze scumbags, why the hell did we surrender this essential function to the damn government? Whose bright idea was it to entrust this function to job for life, affirmative action hired TSA (Transportation Security Administration) minions who are thwarted at every turn by mind-numbing Nanny State restrictions? If you're white, female, in a wheelchair and at least 90 years old, there's a 100% chance that you'll be given the full court press-class security search. But, if you are a 25 year old Jihadikaze who wants to board the plane carrying a hand grenade in one hand and a lit stick of dynamite in the other, the likely TSA response will be "Have a nice flight, Osama". It's time for these profiling phobic pinheads to wake the hell up. Until then, from the bottom of our PIGish hearts PIG sez "BITE ME".

Enough already with these tyrannical, tragically-deluded pinheads running pissant countries like Iran, Venezuela and North Korea! We're tired of rat bastards like Mahmoud, Hugo and Kim blaming their plight on Uncle Sam. You dug your own hole, buttheads, so, until you get over yourselves, from the bottom of our PIGish hearts, PIG sez, "BITE ME".

The News Nitwits' lemmings mentality is another thing that has us on the verge of going postal and mowing down these fools en masse in a high caliber fusillade. Mel Gibson gets nailed for drunk driving, then shoots off his mouth and, thanks to these asshats, you can't escape this meaningless crap if you tried. Some career pedophile confesses to killing Jon Benet Ramsey and these fools rush headlong over that cliff, dooming rational adults to another orgy of pointless, fact-challenged pontificating that goes, on, and on, and on, until you're tempted to put your boob tube out of your misery with a point-blank blast from a double-barreled shotgun. Earth to News Nitwit lemmings, repeating the same stale crap hour after hour, day after day isn't "NEWS". Until you quit the lemming stampede, from the bottom of our PIGish hearts, PIG sez"BITE ME".

Companies that deploy those automated "Press 1 for" answering systems instead of having a live human picking up the damn phone are on the shortlist for PIGish retribution. As long as these mutants refuse to knock it the hell off, from the bottoms of our PIGish hearts, PIG sez "BITE ME".

Fox News Channel is positively giddy over the fact that they managed to slip a reporter on the plane returning John Mark Karr to the USA. If you’re blissfully unaware of this Karr fool, be advised that he’s the career pedophile who confessed to the Jon Benet Ramsey murder. Despite the gaping holes in his story, the news nitwits are giving it the full treatment which explains why Fox News is so thrilled over their on the plane reports. Thanks to Fox News, you can get regular, warts and all reports on every move JMK makes. Huge, huge fun. I heard one report on the radio and the reporter was thrilled spitless that he could, by merely turning his head actually see JMK. I am so singularly unamused over this crap it can’t be quantified. Unless Fox, et al, knocks it off, now, from the bottom of our PIGish hearts, PIG sez "BITE ME".

Speaking of terminally annoying doses of reality, whose bright goddamn idea was it to make Sunday SNAKE MOVIE DAY on the SciFi Channel? For that matter, which brain-dead programming scumbag at USA network decided to devote all day Sunday to the king of cinematic suckage, Ben Stiller? PIG has a hot flash for both networks and those responsible for this double dose of suckage: from the bottom of our PIGish hearts, PIG sez "BITE ME".

When it comes to unrelenting weekend suckage, the rat bastards who perpetrate weekend talk radio deserve a major butt-kicking. Screw the car shows, the damn investment shows and the brainless morons they call "hosts". To those who spread this weekend misery, from the bottom of our PIGish hearts, PIG sez "BITE ME".

My neighbor with the hair-trigger car alarm that blares, endlessly can BITE ME...My co-worker who has been in the USA for 25 friggin years and still can't make himself understood in English can BITE ME...PIG publishers who don't give me ample room for all my "bite me's" can BITE ME...CLEAR THE ROOM PIGsters, HE'S GONNA BLOW!!!!


 


PIG MAKES IT ALL BETTER
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Hambo hammers some of life's pesky problems into submission.

PIG is tired of listening to the relentless whining coming from damn near everybody. Our initial reaction involved slam dunking these caterwauling cretins with our infamous fervor, but we're not going to do that, this time out. Channeling our elusive "sensitive" side, PIG is prepared to sort out a variety of problems that - quite frankly - we find far from amusing. As usual, our approach is unique, but it's much more than that. Wherever it's PIGishly possible, we employ a solution that transforms a chronic annoyance into a source of endless entertainment. That's the key to our PIGish approach: if you can't make a problem go away, then find a way to make it relentlessly amusing.

How, you demand, can PIG make the border jumping scumbag invasion, the Jihadikaze threat to our liberty, North Korea and the mess in the Middle East " amusing"? The answer is that we can't and we don't claim that we up to that challenge. Nope, the problems we're addressing are much closer to home, but no less annoying. A prime example is your local cell phone packing cretin who insists on bellowing the details of his far from compelling life into his cell phone while you're trying to enjoy a meal in your favorite restaurant. Annoying? Hell yes, but we do have a solution: If you are up to here with cellidiots who destroy your dining out or movie going pleasure, we have the answer - cattle prods. Rational adults would be authorized to restore "tranquility" by zapping any cellidiot who starts bellowing into that cell blight in a restaurant or movie theater. Zap! Problem solved.

Think of all the fun you'll have watching that cellidiot twitching on the floor. Imagine, if you can, the rousing ovation you'll get from your fellow patrons. See, we told you our solutions would be relentlessly amusing.

Ready for more? Here's a PIG solution starter set for your thoughtful consideration. We'll begin with the Mainstream Media, a source of endless annoyance that plagues us every damn day.

We can't be the only ones who are tired of talking heads wringing their hands over declining viewership on the nightly newscasts at ABC, CBS and NBC. How, everyone whines, can we make these stale, spin-doctored shows more appealing to the highly coveted 25 - 54 demographic? CBS got off to a good start by dumping Danski Rather, but, we doubt that Katie Couric is the optimum choice to bring in those spiffy demographics. The big 3 need to go for the gold and hire someone who will compel viewership. After a rousing debate, the PIG staff decided that porn goddess Jenna Jamison would make any network newscast "must see TV". We know what you're thinking PIGsters, especially you PIGsters of the female persuasion. Before you start hurling slings and arrows at "those horny PIG clowns", take a chill pill and ask yourself why the remarkably underwhelming Shepard Smith is so popular with differently-male viewers.

Do those talking heads on the tube make you go postal? No problem, PIG is all over it. For a nominal fee, selected viewers would be given a special wireless transmitter that can send multiple frequencies. This would allow the annoyed viewer to give a talking head an electric reality check whenever the mood strikes them. This would be accomplished by strapping each talking head into special "shock" chairs. Each chair would be connected by satellite to one of the buttons on your transmitter. Think of all the fun you'd have venting your rage at these pontificating pinheads.

The next set of solutions paints a bull's-eye on certain Nanny State annoyances. Apparently, our elected tormentors are unwilling to perform their Constitutional duties as set forth by the Founding Fathers. PIG hasn't found a way to chase them back to the straight and narrow but we're still working on it. For now, we'll be satisfied if our elected tormentors' asinine antics could be rendered entertaining. PIG offers these spiffy solutions.

The daily White House press briefing presided over by Tony Snow begs for a PIGish solution. PIG has some minor issues with Tony, but our solution targets certain cantankerous alleged journalists like Helen Thomas. We call our innovative solution to White House press relations the PMS Posse. W needs to recruit a cadre of PMS babes, making sure that he has at least one PMS Princess waiting in the wings when the need arises. Unfortunately, some poor dude must enter this hormone rage-a-thon and determine which member of the posse is the most terrifying - we're thinking this will be a nifty new use for Tony. The instant he makes his selection, he would flee for his life, sending the PMS Princess to the White House briefing room. In addition to taming all those smug journalists, PIG's solution would make the White House press briefing a fixture atop the Nielsen Ratings. Entertaining to the max? Hell yes!

PIG's cure for Senatorial bloviating is based on a venerable dose of American culture called the "The Gong Show." All it requires is a hand-picked panel of rational adults and a gigantic Chinese gong. Any of the rational adults can terminate senatorial bloviating at any time by smacking that large Chinese gong. Once gonged, the senator must sit down and is banned from pontificating on the senate floor for the rest of the debate on a given item. For added amusement, roving cameras will follow the gonged senator to capture all his, her, hisher or its post-gong whining. You gotta know that Teddy The Swimmer Kennedy will be a frequent "gong" recipient, so he'll provide lots of post-gong amusement.

Are you enraged by congresspunks and their pork barrel antics? We have that covered too. It involves specially selected "referees" and reality show-like punishments. The referees would select the most egregious pork barrel offenders and force them to perform certain Fear Factor quality "tasks" to recover their House "earmarking" privileges. A special American Idol class bank of phones and computers would let the viewing audience determine which reality show fate the pork perpetrating hack must suffer. Boffo ratings and endless amusement would ensue.

See, we told you that we'd make it all better. Don't you fell a tad sheepish about all those names you called us, doubting Thomas Sparky?


UNMASKING OUR ENEMY
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Who are we fighting in this War on Terror and why.

When it comes to the "War On Terror", Uncle Sam and the other members of his coalition are fighting it with their heads up their butts. One key tenet of W's war plan opines that we're not at war with Islam, we're at war with dastardly individuals like Osama who perverted the "religion of peace". The success of these Jihadikazes stems - W insists - from their ability to lure unwary, but inherently peaceful, Mecca Maniacs into this radical vision of Islam. The best tool to defeat this perversion of Mecca Mania, W goes on to explain, is "democracy". Give rank and file Mecca Maniacs a voice in their future and liberty will chase the Jihadikazes off the world's stage. It all sounds spiffy. It seems simple enough. There's just one problem with it: it's a load of crap from start to finish.

The primary problem with W's "War on Terror" is this: our underlying conflict is a clash of two fundamentally incompatible world views. Another cause of W's War on Terror myopia, is his inability to stop viewing Islam as a theology and start viewing it as a powerful political movement that swallows up entire nations. W doesn't see that America's great "sin" against Islam is rooted in the core belief of this nation: inalienable individual liberty. Our enemy in this war 'gets' the key fact that W won't face: inalienable individual liberty and Mecca Mania can't coexist, because inalienable liberty and Islam are the equivalent of matter and anti-matter. Like these elementary particles, liberty and anti-liberty (political Islam) destroy each other in a violent explosion whenever they come into direct contact. Examples? No problem.

Days after some full throttle Jihadikazes took over Mogadishu by force, two Somalis were butchered by Mecca Maniac zealots for watching the World Cup.

When a Pakistani man converted, voluntarily, from Mecca Mania to Cross Cultism, he was put on trial.

Mecca Maniac women are told what the wear and where they can go.

In the Sand Box (Saudi Arabia), the religious police, routinely, raid shops that sell such Mecca Mania uncool items as Valentines.

A Danish film-maker was butchered by an outraged "religion of peace" adherent because Mr. Van Gogh's film allegedly "maligned" Islam.

European cartoonists are living under a death sentence for drawing cartoons about the Mecca Maniac prophet.

In Nigeria, a local fishwrap had its offices looted and burned, because "religion of peace" adherents were outraged by its coverage of the Miss Universe booty festival.

A second, equally devastating problem with W's game plan for the War on Terror is his insistence on democracy as the answer. Democracy has already failed the challenge in Iran, where the voters - democratically - elected a wingnut named Mahmoud Ahmadinejad, a dude who sees himself as the Mecca Maniac messiah. An isolated case? Hardly. The Palestinians held a "free and democratic" election and decided to turn the reins of government over to a notorious Jihadikaze group called Hamas. Even in Iraq, the crown jewel of W's "democracy is the answer" campaign, the government is already shoe-horning elements of Sharia into the new constitution. Inalienable individual liberty will be on a death watch, the instant the last brave American soldier leaves Iraq.

The Jihadikazes want control and they don't care how they get it. If they can seize the reins of government through the ballot box - W's democracy - no problem. But, if a nation's rational adults resist, these avid Jihadikazes are equally willing to seize power through terrorism, war and mayhem. Nations around the world can trace the source of their troubles to this political brand of Islam: Thailand, Indonesia, Iraq, Sudan, the Phillippines, Lebanon, Morocco, Algeria, Egypt, the Kashmir province in India, and let’s not forget Afghanistan, a country that those lovely Taliban transformed into a ‘hell on Earth’.

W and those who share his rosy vision of Islam need to take off their goddamn blinders. They need to wake the hell up and take a long hard look at our real enemy. They need to realize that the Jihadikazes and millions of Mecca Maniacs who share their twisted philosophy are at war with the very foundations of our liberty. They are at war with Western Culture itself. They're at war with William Shakespeare, Thomas Jefferson, Martin Luther King, Ghandi, Albert Einstein, Madam Curie, Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Victor Hugo, Aristotle, Leonardo Di Vinci, Bill Gates, Henry Ford and Thomas Edison. They're at war with: NOW, the ACLU, GLAAD BAGs, the NAACP, Jews, Christians, Buddhists, Hindus, atheists, Republicans, Democrats and Libertarians. They're at war with CNN, Fox, ABC, NBC, CBS, Time, Newsweek, Chicago Tribune, the Times of London and BBC. They're at war with Stanford, Harvard, MIT, Cal Tech, Oxford and Cambridge. They wage war against everything that inspires us, enriches us, motivates us, and allows us to enjoy the inalienable liberty that is the birthright of every individual.

Do you really want to live in a world run by an international Taliban? Do you really want to live in a world where the most vile form of supernaturalism obliterates our inherent right to 'life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness'? Do you really want to live in a world where 7th century religious fanatics dictate our every thought, word and action? If not, then wake up and smell the coffee, before it's too late. They're after your liberty, Sparky.

The time has come for all of us, including the Warrior on Terror in Chief, to take off the damn blinders. The time has come to face the fact that Jihadikazes aren't a fringe group; they're in the political mainstream of Mecca Mania. The time has come to stop promoting the tyranny of the majority called "democracy" and begin promoting the real weapon that can destroy political Islam: individual liberty. The time has come to admit that the War on Terror is, in fact, a war on this virulent, political style of Islam that would enslave us all. There can be no peaceful co-existence with political Islam, a belief system that demands total control of every human on this planet. This is a war for our very survival. The sooner we accept this, the better.


ORWELLIAN, AMERICA!
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How some Americans became more equal than others.

America, a land conceived in liberty, is built upon the solid foundation of inalienable individual liberty. These inspiring words from the Declaration of Independence are all the evidence you'll want or need to substantiate this point:

"We hold these Truths to be self-evident, that all Men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness..."

Thomas Jefferson's unambiguous prose hammers the essential facts home: inalienable liberty is conferred on each individual, equally. We all start off with the same compliment of rights. There aren't any bonus points for melanin-content, gender, sexual orientation, nation of origin, shoe size, eye color, a crappy childhood or your chronic needs. Each of us starts off with the same set of rights, and the success or failure of our life depends on what we make of ourselves and our inherent liberty. That, I regret to say, is the way things were when the American experiment in liberty began. The following excerpt from PIG's rant on equality tells you how the Nanny State's social engineering has twisted Thomas Jefferson's concept of inalienable individual liberty:

"Enraged by the simple fact of life that some individuals are more competent, more successful, than others, America's social engineers seem determined to follow the lead of Orwell's animal society. Championing the cult of 'need', they work tirelessly to bludgeon individual rights into submission 'for the good of society as a whole'. 'Needy' groups are trotted out to whine, whimper, and moan about the unfairness of life and demand their 'fair share' of American dream. Wrapping themselves in a new 'group' identity, based on such immutable traits as skin pigmentation, ethnicity/race, gender and even 'sexual orientation', they shed their individuality - and the rights that go with it - to justify their insatiable greed for that which they can't/won't earn for themselves. Their 'need' is more important than the once 'inalienable' right of an individual to the fruits of his own labor. The competent become slave to the incompetent, enslaved by the chronically needy. Alas, the immortal words of the founding fathers have been given an Orwellian spin and should now read: 'All men are created equal, but some are more equal than others.'..." (Equality in the 21st Century).

For those who demand, "Where's the Beef"? PIG presents the following items from the pages of your fishwrap to illustrate how, in 2006, some have become more equal than others:

L.A.'s Cardinal Mahoney won't perform the necessary background checks on church volunteers because it might "offend" or "intimidate" differently-legal church volunteers. Never mind that this means border jumping pedophiles could be allowed to work with, molest, kids. The church can't be bothered. It's more important to preserve the border jumping scumbag's dignity than it is to protect kids from pedophiles. Any legal resident of America gets a background check, but a border jumping scumbag is good to go if, he, she, heshe or it says "I'm not a pedophile". Given the Rosary True Believer hierarchy's well-documented history of pedophiles in the ranks, this should be a no-brainer. But, in our neo-Orwellian world, border jumping scumbag pedophiles are more equal than America's legal residents.

Our elected tormentors, especially those lurking inside the D.C. Beltway on Capitol Hill, routinely pass laws that don't apply to them. For example, they have their own, majorly Emerilized retirement plan, so they don't participate in the Socialist Security pyramid scheme. Furthermore, they pass laws that make it essentially impossible to oust them from office. Juan McCain's Campaign Finance Reform scam is a prime example. It shields our elected tormentors from criticism by limiting our right to free speech during an election cycle. In our neo-Orwellian world, our elected tormentors are more equal than we are.

Parasites who glut themselves at taxpayer expense work the Nanny State system so efficiently that their need is a virtual ATM card with a direct connection to your wallet. Their crappy life decisions make them more equal than the hard working achievers who are coerced by the Nanny State into supporting these losers. Making life just a tad spiffier, Juan McCain's amnesty bill renders border jumping parasites more equal than home grown parasites. In our neo-Orwellian world, parasites are more equal than achievers and foreign born parasites are more equal than home grown parasites.

Despite the fact that young, Middle Eastern men are still the most likely individuals to seize control of an airliner and fly it into a building, the Clown Posse running the TSA steadfastly refuses to single them out for special attention. That would be racial profiling, so they subject grannie in her wheel chair to a strip search. In our neo-Orwellian world, Islamikazes are more equal than you, me, and grannie.

If whitey perpetrates a crime against the properly-hyphenated, he's in the fast lane toward a Nanny State goodie called a "hate crime" conviction. If the properly-hyphenated perpetrate an identical crime against whitey or a different properly-hyphenated group, he's a victim of white oppression, and, quite likely, racial profiling. By calling racism an inherently white malady, neo-Orwellian America makes the properly-hyphenated more equal than whitey.

How did the land of the free plummet so far from the lofty ideals on which America is founded? As thrilling as that might be to contemplate, I'm not convinced that it's the right question. A more pertinent interrogative is this: now that we're mired in this "some are more equal than others" hell, how do we get out? There aren't any easy answers, but you start by dismantling the Nanny State's cult of victimhood.

It's time to reclaim the inalienable individual liberty that is your birthright. It's time to erase "more equal than others" from the American lexicon. The place to begin is in the voting booth where you can make that first move by firing your social engineering elected tormentor. The time to begin, is right damn now. Demand that your inalienable liberty be restored and do it today.


HEADS IN THE SAND

The Korrectnik frontal assault on objective reality.

(Objective) Reality, n.
A non-negotiable facet of life that, routinely, shatters our most cherished illusions.
(PIG dictionary of Words and Phrases)

Objective reality is - in many people's minds - annoyingly intransigent. It won't change to suit the latest wild hair someone gets up their butt. This is doubly true for those differently-rational pinheads who have a very large wild hair called political correctness lodged deep inside their butt. Objective reality is an immutable core concept that doesn't come with a 'use by' date. Today, tomorrow or yesterday, its non-negotiable tenets remain unchanged. Immune to the ravages of time, it is indifferent to prevailing, transitory, political, cultural or supernatural whims. Those who willfully ignore it do so at their own peril, but don't take my word for it. Ask any Korrectnik who has survived - barely - a header into this painful fact of existence.

This conflict between reality and Korrectness is unavoidable, because, when you cut out all the crap, political correctness is a frontal assault on objective reality. Korrectness attacks objective reality relentlessly in an irrational, essentially futile, effort to reshape those pesky, intransigent "facts" to suit the Korrectnik's twisted agenda. Eventually, even the most pig-headed Korrectnik will deduce that objective reality won't simply cooperate and go away, so they do the next best thing. They indoctrinate tragically susceptible individuals into ignoring inconvenient facts and pretending that the universe operates the way they wish it did.

This "reality is whatever I say it is" notion means imagining that certain immutable traits - melanin content, gender, national origin - confer special powers, special privileges, on those "lucky" enough to be born "advantaged". It also involves using feel good, but erroneous terms to describe a world that exists solely in their dysfunctional brains. Korrectniks perpetuate certain myths that attempt to subvert objective reality by coercing sovereign individuals into compliance with this pseudo reality.

The following examples are offered for your thoughtful consideration:

Myth: Paying ones "fair share". This involves nailing the rich for every last penny they've got, because a parasite's unrelenting "need" trumps an achiever's right to keep their rightful property. When an elected tormentor, activist or chronically-needy parasite uses this term "paying their fair share" they mean: that greedy bastard still has two pennies to rub together so he's not paying his fair share." A is still A, class warfare Sparky and objective reality does not grant any special favors to the chronically needy. If you want/need more money, then go out and earn it for yourself.

Myth: "Group Rights". This cherished Korrectnik delusion imagines that a given group - especially those identified by certain immutable traits or sexual proclivities - has inherent rights, as a group, that supercede the rights of any individual who isn't in the group. The rights of a given group, any damn group, are limited to the inalienable individual rights of any given member of that group. Some are not now, and never will be, more equal than others. Inalienable individual liberty is a fact of nature; group rights are an invention of a tyrannical Nanny State. A is still A, group think breath and objective reality doesn't play favorites.

Myth: Celebrities have "special wisdom". Success in the entertainment field does not denote a superior intellect. No matter how much the Korrectniks try to wish it into objective reality, Martin Sheen was never president. No matter how many movie tickets he sells, Twerpy Tommy Cruise is nothing more than a cult-obsessed wingnut who is utterly and completely bonkers. A is still A and all stardom does is give a "no smarter than the average bear" clown a soap box and megaphone to proclaim his, her, hisher or its ignorance to the world.

Myth: Western Culture is nothing special. Ivory Tower infesting Korrectnik cretins proclaim that all cultures, especially obscure third world cultures, are equal - even superior - to Western Culture. Any rational adult who takes the time to examine this myth can easily deflate this brazen lie with a dose of objective reality: "The 'superior' Aztec culture practiced human sacrifice. Certain 'noble' third world cultures still enslave sovereign individuals. Certain 'noble' Islamic cultures murder women who 'sully the family name' while others stone to death women who were victims of rape. All cultures are not created equal." A is still A, Korrectnik Sparky and when you sweep away the Korrectnik smoke and mirrors a culture that promotes inalienable individual liberty is vastly superior to obscure pissant cultures based on human sacrifice, tyranny, oppression and female-phobic supernaturalism.

Myth: Anything that helps men, demeans womyn. The more you dig into NO-NAD (alleged) thinking, the more convinced you are that you've entered the estrogen-poisoned zip code of the Twilight Zone. Groups like the American Association of University Women sound the "rampant sexism" alert over anything and everything that a gives men a break. Single sex classrooms in elementary and middle schools are a prime example. Early data suggests that single sex classrooms enhance a lad's learning experience by building lessons around things that boys like. "Sexist"! "Blatant discrimination"! "Demeans womyn"! An alarmed, outraged AAUW howls. A is still A, Harpy whiners and a motivated, eager to learn lad is not an assault on womyn.

The list of myths keeps getting longer every day. Whether it's the whopper about the "public airwaves", or the Korrectnik notion that thought, "hate", is more important than the crime itself, these myths are at best a pain, and at worse hazardous to your mental health. Don't let the Korrectniks, the Nanny State nitwits, or anybody else try to cloud your mind with some alternative - better suited to their liberty-infringing needs - reality. A is still A, PIGsters, so you might as well hunker down and brace your self for the nonstop, action-packed, surprise-riddled adventure called "objective reality". You can bellow at it, protest it and ignore it, but no matter how much you huff and puff, A will never become B.

 

 


BIZARRO AMERICA

Hambo brings the hammer down on the Nanny State's assault on our liberty.

America, a nation conceived in liberty, began as a land populated by rugged, self-reliant individuals. America started as a nation that spawned resolute men and women who took everything that objective reality could throw at them then came out stronger, and more determined to meet the next challenge with the same grim resolve. America is a nation whose ideals of individual liberty challenged the very best among us to pass muster. America - Americans - became the envy of the world because it was devoted to one singular ideal: inalienable individual liberty. That's the America we venerate, but it's not the America we inhabit in the 21st century. Somewhere along the line that rugged individualism, that exaltation of sovereign individuals exercising their inalienable rights, got perverted. While we weren't paying attention, those classic American values got inverted by the all powerful Nanny State.

When did this shining beacon of inalienable individual liberty turn into a nation populated by parasites, whiners and snitches? When did they pass the law, when did they ratify the constitutional amendment, that made self-reliance a capital crime? Why are achievers vilified and their achievements penalized via Draconian taxes, the most pernicious of which is a state-sponsored plundering that swallows the achiever's life's work whole, via the egregiously Un-American death tax?

The assault on our best, brightest, and most productive individuals is just the tip of the iceberg. While the Nanny State works tirelessly to destroy excellence and expunge achievement from America, our elected tormentors treat parasites like heros. It rewards them for being pathetic with some of the loot stolen from the nation's achievers.

Under America's inverted, perverted, "values", need is a virtue and self-reliance is a vice. Thanks to the relentless assault on our inalienable liberty, Americans are steeped in dependency. Instead of encouraging people to solve their own problems, our nanny culture make it easy for them to blame someone else then makes others pay for the needy nitwit's mistakes.

Under America's inverted, perverted, "values", victimhood based on immutable traits is a badge of honor that earns you special privileges in this Bizzaro America. Victimhood is so venerated under these inverted, perverted, "values" that congenital losers like Je$$e Jackson, Louis Farrakhan, and Al Sharpton make whining a highly profitable career.

These inverted values are rammed down America's throat by a manipulative media that willfully ignores the indoctrination that takes place in government cess-schools. For example, Seattle's government school hacks are so full of themselves that they boast on their web site how they're teaching their captive audience that self-reliance and (rugged) individualism are racist plots by whitey to oppress the properly-hyphenated masses. A notorious L.A. charter school indoctrinates its "indigenous" inmates with a blatantly separatist, "the Gringo invader stole our land", reconquista curriculum based on pre-Columbian Aztec culture. It sucks that America's sovereign individuals are forced to pay for this race-baiting crap.

Emboldened by a deafening silence that is emanating from America's besieged sovereign individuals, the Nanny State - on all levels - is mounting an unrelenting frontal assault on our inalienable liberties. The following examples demonstrate how badly America's founding values have been twisted:

Black Jack, Missouri: Homeowners need an "occupancy permit", but they can't get one if three, or more people who aren't realted by "blood, marriage or adoption" live in the abode.

Boulder, Colorado: Rat out thy neighbor is enshrined via a hate hotline. If you hear someone say something "insensitive" you can rat them out and put them on the city's top secret hate speech offenders list.

Euclid, Ohio: The city council dictates, in asinine specificity, what a homeowner can use in lieu of window curtains. Which part of butt the hell out don't they understand?

Seattle, Washington: The state's elected tormentors made playing poker online a felony that puts the online gambler in the same crime strata as child pornographers and drug dealers.

Dublin, Mexifornia: Smokers are in the Smoke Nazi bull's-eye on their own property, in their own damn home, under the city's new rat out thy neighbor edict. If a delusional Smoke Nazi neighbor thinks he, she, heshe or it can smell your smoke, they are empowered, encouraged, by the city to drag you into small claims court.

The Gulag, Mexifornia: In San Francisco, you need the city's written permission before you can cut down certain trees on your rightful property.

From sea to shining sea: If you own a home designated as a historic or "landmark" abode, you can't do a damn thing to update it, without permission from the city. If its roof is rotted out and it's unlivable, you can't update it, you can't tear it down, you can't do a damn thing except pay for it, because, as crappy as it is, it's "historically crappy".

This sovereign individual is fed up with this Bizarro America. This sovereign individual is ready to reclaim his inalienable liberty from the Nanny State, by any means necessary. I want the parasites out of my goddamn wallet. I want those properly-hyphenated "victims" to stop their relentless whining and get over themselves. I refuse to tolerate some local busybody telling me what I can or can't do with my own rightful property.

Bizarro American and its inverted values are on borrowed time. No more Mr. Nice Guy, because Hambo is bringing his hammer down on this crap, right-damn-now. This is not a drill.

A VERY PIG APOLOGY

For some time now, we at PIG have gotten our jollies by skewering, roasting, satirizing, caricaturing and criticising the Liberal, Loudmouth, Korrectnik Cabal, and quite frankly, loving it. In fact, we enjoy skewering the richly deserving so much we give Liberal cretins the occasional respite while we draw a PIGish bead on alleged humans like Twerpy Tommy Cruise, Paris Hilton, Mikey Jackson, and others too numerous to mention. The bottom line is that we love our work and tend to heap scorn on the richly deserving whose primary "sin" is straying into the public eye where we can see them.

We do, however, have some true confessions to own up to, and we think it's high time we come clean before we go any further in our online adventure in political commentary and satire. We've only been giving you some of the truth and we don't think that's fair, nor is it professionally ethical. We feel as if we owe you, the PIG faithful an apology and full disclosure. Hopefully, you won't think we're going Alan Alda on you.

Below you'll find some examples of where we were wrong:

We apologize for wanting to slather Teddy Kennedy with butter and roast him over a slow fire. We're ashamed that we wanted to waste butter on something this trivial...all things considered, lard is more than sufficient and utterly appropriate.

We apologize for believing that Twerpy Tommy Cruise needs to be hooked up to the power grid and jolted back to objective reality, no matter how long it takes. The power grid, is, we admit, overkill; four PIG staffers with cattle prods should suffice.

We apologize for wanting to put a bag over Paris Hilton's head then encase her hyperactive, diseased, nads in an industrial strength chastity belt. It's insensitive of us, in the extreme to use just any bag, so we're willing to make amends by Emerilizing it to a "Gucci" bag.

We apologize for believing that our alleged government would function much more efficiently if an asteroid hit the capitol building while congress is in session. It was wrong of us to condemn Tom Tancredo and Ron Paul to the same fate as the others. We've seen the errors of our ways and will give these two congressmen a 10 minute head start, before the smiting ensues.

We apologize for our conviction that a Hillary Clinton presidency would make Stalin's bloody reign seem like a Sunday School picnic. Comparing Stalin to Hillary is an egregious affront to Papa Joe who was, after all, channeling another Ruskie tyrant, Ivan The Terrible.

We apologize for thinking that anyone who screws with America needs to be stomped, HARD. We never should have said "stomped", because, the right thing to do is nuke the bastards until they glow.

We apologize to Je$$e Jack$son for accusing him of shakedown tactics, playing the Race Card, and exploiting the media at every opportunity possible. We're deeply ashamed that we dignified Je$$e's antics with a softball term like "shakedown". This is race-card flailing extortion, period.

We apologize to Michael Moore for referring to him as an overfed, over-hyped Maggot. This is terribly unfair, to the noble maggot which does, after all, serve a useful purpose. That same - serves a useful purpose - can't be said about Michael Moore who has no redeeming qualities whatsoever.

We apologize to Sean Hannity for accusing him of Jumping The Shark. He's not to blame for being pussy-whipped into polluting the airwaves with the same story over and over and over again and pretending as if he actually cares. If he didn't drink the Kool-Aid he'd lose his boom box gig.

We apologize for using colorful terminology like "Mecca Maniac", "Sand Rats", "Border Jumping Scumbags", "Jihadikaze", "Vicente W. Bush" "GLAAD BAAGs" and "Sushi Slammers". Okay you're absolutely right, we're not the least bit sorry about our colorful prose, but we though we could slip this one under your radar.

We apologize to Rob Reiner for calling him a "Meathead". This is a blatant insult against protein for which we are deeply sorry. Everyone knows Rob Reiner's head isn't meaty, it's utterly empty.

We apologize for saying that the jury in the Michael Jackson child molestation case was dumber than a box of rocks. Ask any geologist and he'll inform you that your plain vanilla rock is Einstein compared to Santa Maria's dirty dozen.

We apologize to Sharon Tay for objectifying her by awarding her the "Newsbabe of the Year" and calling her "Golden Globes". We're okey dokey with objectifying her, but we're a tad chagrined that we didn't acknowledge her other assets and talents: luscious lips, long legs, bedroom eyes, silky smooth hair...Mmmm, booty-licious.

And finally, we apologize to our faithful PIG readers for making any apologies at all. If you've been reading PIG and doing your homework, you should know that PIG makes no apologies to anyone, unless we know we're wrong. The only regret we have is not blasting these Korrectniks completely out of the water.

The only time we're likely apologize for real is when we fail in our primary task, entertaining and enlightening you with our politically incorrect cyberspace speed bump.


CELEBRATE YOUR INKORRECTNESS

When we started down the Information Superhighway in a rattletrap named 'The Politically Incorrect Gazette' we were told, repeatedly, that political correctness is anachronistic or, to put it bluntly, "Political Correctness is so '80's, dude". I don't know what planet these "get over it" cretins are inhabiting, but our objective reality is stuffed to bursting with political correctness. Words like "fat", "retard", "handicapped", "fireman", and "illegal alien" are banished from our vocabulary, because using them might give some hypersensitive cretin a boo-boo on his, her, hisher or its fragile psyche. Everywhere we turn, some dolt wears hypersensitivity like a badge of honor. Whiners from sea to shining sea are determined to slam dunk "the right not to be offended" into the Bill of Rights. Political correctness isn't remotely anachronistic. In fact, it's more potent than ever, now that it has escaped its Ivory Tower breeding grounds and moved into American society's mainstream.

How politically correct is America? Why don't you decide for yourself. America has become so infested with political correctness that simple demonstrations of patriotism are, routinely, condemned because "nationistic" outbursts give Colonistas and other alleged "immigrants" a boo-boo. America is so warped by political correctness that the EEOC just issued new workplace guidelines that list "English Only" as a potentially discriminatory policy. In this bastion of individual liberty certain utterances - and by extension, thoughts - are criminalized as "hateful" when the subject of your tantrum is properly-hyphenated. In this "land of the free", expressing the wrong views (Cross Cultism is a prime "offender"), or promoting the wrong books will condemn you to a special circle of hell called "sensitivity training".

We're living in a nation where you can be granted special privileges based on certain immutable traits like gender, race and/or ethnicity. Our schools teach that all non-western cultures are, at minimum, equal to, if not superior to the western culture that we venerate. If you dare to bring up honor killings, beheadings, and the egregious obliteration of individual liberty in these "noble" third world cultures, you're branded a racist and on the fast track to expulsion and/or sensitivity training hell. Call us names if you must, be we see political correctness everywhere we look. We see it eating away to the inalienable individual liberty that comprises American's solid foundation.

We hear those wheels turning out there, PIGsters, and for the record, we're not promising to, single-handedly, abolish America's political correctness plague with this cyberspace speed bump. We do think it's time to, motivate our readers to start fighting back, to stop taking it and start dishing it out. How? As usual, we have a few properly-PIGish notions that might get you started. We call this exercise in liberty "Celebrating Your InKorrectness".

Declare a "National Smokers Day". This day is celebrated by parading through all the places where smoking is banned with an unlit cancer stick, pipe, or cigar clenched in your teeth. The ritual greeting of the day - one reserved for those Smoke Nazis who get in your face - is: "Bite me, Smoke Nazi Breath".

If you're in a government cess-school or an Ivory Tower, start referring to "Native" Americans as "Siberian-Americans". When challenged, you'll cite the spiffy fact that so-called Native Americans are, in fact, the New World's first "known" immigrants. Since they came to the Americas over the land bridge to Siberia, "Siberian-Americans" is the most historically accurate moniker for them. Complete your triumph by proclaiming the primacy of "historical correctness" over political correctness.

When you're stuck socializing with the local - or family - Korrectnik, thrill him, her, himher or it by injecting your favorite PIGisms into the conversation. It won't take many "Mecca Maniacs", "GLAAD BAAGs", or "NONADs" to help the Korrectnik reach escape velocity. If that doesn't do the trick, you might try reading him, her, himher or it the questions from PIG's Incorrectness 101 page.

Launch that lefty who keeps bugging you with all that liberal, victim coddling claptrap by telling this bleeding heart that all cultures are not created equal. Insist that western culture - Shakespeare, Newton, Einstein, Edison, the Founding Fathers, et al - is second to none. Tell them that individual liberty and honor killings are not now and never were, equals. Finally, make PIG the homepage on the lefty's browser.

If the Fat Nazis have turned the school lunchroom into a house of horrors, strike a blow for empty, child-friendly calories by packing Larry or Lulu's lunch with chips, cookies, candy and most important of all, a fully-loaded, sugar-packed soft drink. Be sure and pack extra, so your offspring can learn the joy of "sharing".

Don't just sit there complaining, PIGsters. Start your own one-PIGster war against this pernicious politically correct plague. Stop censoring yourself and resume that uniquely colorful form of expression that is the hallmark of the rugged American individual. Dare to be real...dare to tell that wideload blocking your path to get their fat ass out of your way. Thrill a NONAD by calling her a "wench", then stand back and enjoy the fireworks. Refuse to pigeonhole those you meet based on immutable traits. Instead, treat each person as the one thing every Korrectnik refuses to be, an individual.

Take back your identity. Take back America. Celebrated your inkorrectness, and do it now!


WHAT'S THAT SMELL?

IT'S THE FETID STENCH OF AMERICA'S GOVERNMENT PARTY

The more I watch the asinine antics perpetrated by our elected tormentors, the more convinced I are that this is not what our Founding Fathers had in mind. In theory, the two political clans give American citizens a clear choice between two rival, competing, philosophies. In theory, but I'm no longer convinced that there are meaningful differences when it comes to each clan's impact on our inalienable individual liberty. Is there any disparity between Harry "Mad Dog" Reed and Juan McCain on most issues? Can you find a dime's worth of difference between Teddy "The Swimmer" Kennedy and Arlen Spectorres on amnesty for border jumping scumbags? Can you see any distinction between Ted "Bridge to Nowhere" Stevens and Robert "Mr Pork" Byrd? We seriously doubt it. Every damn one of them is willing to sacrifice your liberty on the Nanny State's altar.

The Donkey Clan and the Elephant Clan are, I've concluded, rival wings of "The Government Party". Admittedly each wing has its own agenda, but those distinctions are petty when compared to the issue on which they both agree: a sovereign American individual's inalienable individual liberty is a disposable annoyance that can, must, be sacrificed to achieve the greater, "collective" good. The Donkey Clan boldly proclaims its devotion to the "the good of society as a whole". The Elephant Clan puts a "patriotic" spin on it by insisting that sovereign individuals must "put nation ahead of self". Both are channeling John F. Kennedy's infamous mantra: "Ask not what your country can do for you...ask what you can do for your country." Despite their protests to the contrary, both political clans are ready to sacrifice your liberty in their zeal to build a bigger, more intrusive, Nanny State.

The two political clans remind me of a stellar moment that occurred during a prolonged sojourn in Thailand. My preferred watering hole had a pit stop - restroom - that featured two curtained entrances. Neither was marked, but I noticed that the women always used the left 'door', while the men always used the right 'door'. I got my reality check when nature called and I used the right door. Both doors led to the same room - a unisex bathroom. That unisex pit stop reminds me of our political system: no matter which political door you enter...no matter which clan's chad you punch, in the end, you wind up in the same political room, the Government Party room. The Government Party room, where both clans do their fetid "business", is a room that promotes relentless Nanny State growth accompanied by unrelenting infringement of our inalienable individual liberty.

I hear you bellowing at us, table pounding Sparky, and I feel your pain. Admittedly, the rival political clans have some divergent notions on how to achieve their notion of "the greater good" at the expense of our liberty. After you shovel through the political muck, you discover that the Donkey Clan thinks you can't be trusted to manage your own money. You must, they opine, be saved from your own antisocial greed. The Elephant Clan is slightly - very slightly - more willing to trust you with your own money, but they insist on saving you from your own immorality. You must, they opine, be stopped from watching the wrong shows, reading the wrong books, visiting the wrong web sites and engaging in the wrong activities with another consenting adult. Both clans insist that they don't like saving you from yourself, but they must because it's for your own good.

The Elephant Clan's election year mantra is repeated, daily, by Kool-Aid Club members like Hannity, Hewitt and Medved: "We know that our elected Elephant Clan tormentors really, really suck when it comes to your inalienable individual liberty, but those Donkey Clan punks suck, much, much more."

The competing political mantra is, as far as we can tell: "Those Elephant Clan cretins are empire building war mongers who cheat parasites like you by giving tax cuts to the rich." Does either of these mantras thrill you spitless, chad-punching Sparky?

What, you demand, do you PIG prattlers suggest? How can we fix a two party system that is hard-wired into America's electoral process? Even if a viable third party existed, most states have 'rules' that make its success virtually impossible. How can we fix anything when the political hacks use political ploys like redistricting and campaign finance reform to protect incumbents? PIG isn't promising to give you ready-made answers. We are trying to make you ask these, and other, questions about the way our elected tormentors operate. PIG's point is simple: neither of the existing political clans is adhering to the duties our Founding Fathers laid out in the U.S. Constitution.

The challenge facing us is daunting, so we begin by identifying the tasks that must be undertaken. We must shatter our elected tormentors' job security. This will involve letting rational, objective adults draw the political districts. It will mean 'retiring' some of these hacks. We must dump the whole incumbent re-election scheme that's called "campaign finance reform". Finally, it's time to demand that our elected tormentors get up close and personal with their legitimate - strictly limited - duties as set forth in the U.S. Constitution.

Make some noise...rock the political boat, PIGsters, because your inalienable liberty is at stake.


TEACHING THE WRONG LESSONS

HOW ZERO TOLERANCE ZOMBIES ARE DESTROYING AMERICA'S FUTURE

From beginning to end, life is a series of learning experiences. The quality of an individual's life is determined, in large part, by one's success in meeting, then surmounting, each new challenge. In most cases, each new challenge bestows new knowledge on that individual. An individual's success in passing through life's learning experiences, relatively unscathed, depends, in part, upon the moral fiber of the individual - a character trait instilled by one's parents and family. The individual's ability to handle life's lessons also relies upon knowledge instilled in us during our formative years. Preparing their young charges with certain essential knowledge is one of the primary functions of any educational establishment. We're forced to report that every damn day, government schools demonstrate alarming ineptitude when it comes to this vital task. Their failure, we've determined, is twofold.

If you're a PIGster regular, you're painfully aware that compulsory government educrap fails in its primary function: instilling certain essential knowledge in the students we foolishly entrusted to them. We're up close and personal with the crappy tests scores, the numerous side trips into irrelevant subjects and the idiots with self esteem government cess-schools keep graduating. As bad as that is, it gets worse, because, in an increasing number of instances, these government schools are teaching the wrong lessons. One way these educrats perpetrate this is through a government cess-school gem called "Zero Tolerance".

To demonstrate how Zero Tolerance teaches the wrong lesson, you need to hear the saga of a 14 year old Indiana lad named Elliot Voge. Elliot's descent into zero tolerance hell started while he was walking to school. After shoving his hand into his pocket, he found, to his horror, that he'd accidentally left a Swiss Army knife in his pocket. Knowing that taking a knife on Stonybrook Middle School grounds was a rule violation, Elliot mulled over his choices. Since it was too late to return home, he did what a young lad of his sterling character should do: he resolved to go to the school office, explain his innocent, unintentional, mistake, then turn the knife over to school authorities. When Elliot followed through with that plan, the Educrats rewarded his honesty and integrity with a 10 day suspension and expulsion proceedings. Thanks to the Zero Tolerance Zombies at Stonybrook, one of their best students learned the wrong lesson: honesty and integrity are for chumps; you might as well hide the truth or lie, because when the dust settles, the punishment is the same.

What's that you say, skeptical Sparky? We're making a mountain out of an isolated case? Grab some of your preferred adult beverage, PIGsters, because there's more of these painful epics in our news archives:

When her friend Sophie fell down, a five year old wenchlet is punished by school officials because, Savannah emulated her mother and tried to comfort her friend with a hug.

An 8 year old lad is nailed for sexual harassment after he passes an "I love you" note to a female classmate.

A 12 year old lad is suspended, then nailed with a felony drug charge, for bringing powdered sugar to school for a science experiment.

A 6 year old lad is charged with sexual harassment because, during a shoving match he accidentally touches the bare skin on a girl's back.

A 16 year old dude is expelled from school for creating a doodle using the letters "D.L.K". His doodle is deemed "gang related" despite the fact that the lad's name is Derek Leon Kelly.

Demonstrating how capricious this Zero Tolerance Zombie epidemic is, don't forget that L.A. school officials looked the other way when Colonista students left school without permission to wander in the city's streets and stroll on the local freeways. Did school officials reach for the Zero Tolerance chart? Not a chance. Their only meaningful move was wringing their hands over losing all that student headcount money.

Zero Tolerance is popular with government cess-school educrats because even an intellectual flat-liner can administrate it. The task is painfully simple for these Educrat meatheads. Consulting their trusty dusty zero tolerance chart they run their finger down the list to the item they need such as "brought a knife to school". Moving their finger across to the punishment column they find "10 days suspension, start expulsion proceedings". If somebody tries to confuse this Educrat meathead with the facts, they're not interested. "He admitted his mistake and turned it in? That's not on my chart." "I don't find anything about 'he's an outstanding student' here either. It's out of my hands. The rules are the rules. He's gone."

The more we learn about American Educrap, the less we like it. How much longer must we tolerate this crap? How much longer will we let them promote group think and group identity while denigrating individual merit and responsibility? How much longer will we let them destroy America's future with such dangerously destructive bovine excrement as multiculturalism, social promotions and zero tolerance? PIG can't give you these answers because it's your call PIGsters. But don't ponder it too long, because America's future - the lads and wenches trapped in America's government schools - is at risk.


SUFFOCATED BY SUCKAGE
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"Which motherless asshat is trying to suffocate us in all this unrelenting suckage, and what will it take to make it stop?"

We're barely three months into the year and we can already tell that, on several fronts, 2006 is going to suck. We know what you're thinking PIGster Sparky and, once again, you're wrong. Our sour mood has nothing to do with JIhadikazes, border jumping, or the asinine antics of our elected tormentors. Admittedly, these speed bumps on our highway to happiness bug the hell out of us, but they're not the subject of this PIGish adventure in consciousness raising. So what's our problem? Many, if not most, of the things that make our horndog hearts skip a beat seem headed straight into the crapper. Confused? Maybe it will help if we cite some of the things that are suffocating us with unremitting suckage.

Popular culture is a repeat offender, I.E. the crap that keeps splattering on the silver screen. We coped, sort of, when the most hyped, Oscar contending flick was a blatant bun ranger epic called "Brokeback Mountain". Boys will be boys, we told ourselves, trying to ignore the fuss. We swallowed our bile when a lip-flapping loser like George Clooney won an Oscar. Typical Tinsel Town tripe, we told ourselves. We consoled our nads when a vintage Sharon Stone bared her all in 'Basic Instinct II', a flick that, blatantly, left the most titillating scenes on the cutting room floor. Girls - even ones thisclose to 50 - will be girls we assured ourselves. All things considered, we don't expect to buy many movie tickets this year.

The antics on the small screen aren't that much better since reality programming continues to elevate some forgettable alleged humans to unwarranted fame. VH-1 is a repeat offender since it just finished its second show staring the King of Non-Entities, Flavor Flav, a talent-challenged dude who wears a horned helmet on his head and a wall clock as a necklace. Determined to destroy our sanity, VH-1's newest assault on our mental health is an atrocity called "So NoTORIous". The show stars Tori "My daddy is that Aaron" Spelling , a talent-challenged wench who purchased a new set of sweater puppies for this epic. We're trying to be thrilled about it, but it's not easy since Tori still has a face that will stop a clock. I don't think we'll be watching much VH-1 this season.

Further down our boob tube dial, we find E! serving up a reality epic staring Paris "The Skank" Hilton and Nicole Ritchie. "Ugh" and you can quote us. E's only redeeming horndog value is the "Girls Next Door", an epic that subjects us to the disturbing sight of Viagra-fortified Hugh Hefner cavorting with this three girlfriends. As unsettling as this can be at times, the show is marginally watchable thanks to a cosmic hottie named Kendra. Her toothsome 'gifts' are almost enough to distract us from Hef's antics and the other two girls' relentless whining. She is the one bright spot in this otherwise annoying dose of reality programming. We cope by telling ourselves that boys will be boys, even when the "boy" is being a "boy" with a girl young enough to be his great granddaughter.

We're also, painfully aware of the following suffocatingly sucky speed bumps on our highway to horndog happiness:

Our favorite booty babe air carrier, Hooters Air is going out of business, dooming us, once again, to "Flight Attendant" hell.

The spoilsports at Virgin Intergalactic claim that women with high tech sweater puppies can't fly on their space plane because their sweater bursting talent might explode.

Everywhere we look, eye candy is turning stale: Lindsey Lohan went from toothsome teenage temptress to anorexic eyesore; Angelina Jolie is urped; Jessica Alba swears she wants to be a serious actress, so she's never going to make our century with a "Playboy" spread or a nude scene.

Comedy Central ruined our year when they let Twerpy Tommy Cruise browbeat them into yanking an encore showing of a Scientology-eviscerating "South Park" episode.

Thanks to the decency dipsticks, the low grade titillation we once got from the WB and a few other outputs of pulchritude is being systematically eradicated.

"Are you done whining now?" Is that your question, Sparky? We're not whining, since all things considered, we manage to amuse ourselves without outside help thanks to adult beverage, ample pizza infusions, our collection of movie and boob tube fare on DVD, plus the occasional excursion to places that encourage horndog boys to be happy horndog boys.

We're not asking for much, and all things considered we're very easy to please. Give us cold brewskies, hot pizza, the occasional infusion of some hottie's sweater puppy cleavage, plus entertainment fare that targets a rational adult who has at least one functional synapse and we're very happy campers. That's all it takes to thrill our happy horndog hearts. Is that really too much to ask? Probably, but we're asking anyway.


ACHTUNG: RAUCHEN VERBOTEN!

"Each individual is born with a full complement of rights. The government can't give you new rights; it can only take the ones you already have." - The PIG Doctrine

No If's, And's or Butts
Where there's no smoking, there's fire, at least in Calabas-ass California. That's right, Kalifornia is at it again. On Friday, March 17, the city of Calabas-ass, California, dolled out one of the dumbest, Draconian decrees Nanny-Knows-Best Legicrap has come up with yet: No smoking in public. That means sidewalks, public parks, bus stops, and outdoor patios, even construction sites, to name a few. Smokers can however spark up at a location designated as "Smokers Outpost" wherever that is. Our guess is that it's on the outskirts of town. You know, where all the other Desperado's, Scum, Lepers, and other assorted Riff-Raff go to meet.

Offenders could be subject to $250 for each violation, however, "First offenders will get off with a gentle warning and a breath mint." said Michael Hafken, the city's communications director. It will be the responsibility of Calabasas business owners to enforce the ban in their establishments, though members of the general public, so-called "private enforcers," - aka Smoke Nazi Scumbags, Rat Bastard Snitches, Finks, Stool-Pigeons, Tattle-Tales, Punks - may report breaches of the law. Basically, the only place people will be able to smoke in the company of a non-smoker is in their home or backyard, maybe, but don't bet on it. If one of these Smoke Nazi Scumbags tells a smoker to snuff that cancer stick, the smoker better dump that butt like a bad habit or pay the - ka-ching! - piper.

Does that mean that the city of Kalab-can-kiss-my-ass is encouraging its citizen's to snitch on one another? You better believe it Smoker Snitch Sparky. What if you're in the company of a practicing smoker that lights up, and you remain silent? Are you aiding and abetting, or an accessory after the fact? Yes, and you'll probably be excommunicated from the Smoke Snitch Scumbag Society.

The city's justification for this ordinance - Read the Entire Ordinance - is crammed with junk science, statistics that are tweaked to alarm the unwary and assorted other insults to a rational adult's intelligence. We won't go into all the reasons their data is screwed; other Internet sources have been there and done that. Instead, we'll extract two of their statistics and put them in perspective, starting with the (alleged) 440, 000 smoking-related deaths each year. Click the link below for the our take on these devilish details.

On the surface this smoking ban notion seems asinine, but essentially harmless. That's bull, because, for starters, this smoking ban - like all smoking bans in so-called "public" places - is a frontal assault on an individual's right to set the rules of engagement on his own property. A bar a restaurant, any damn business.is not a "public" anything. Individuals do not have the right to eat at "Joe's Hash House". The do have the right to engage in a voluntary transaction, if Joe chooses to allow it. By declaring Joe's eatery a "public" place, the Nanny State is, blatantly eviscerating a business owning sovereign individual's property rights. With the stroke of a pen Joe's private property was transformed into a public entity. It's still "private" when it comes to paying those taxes and the bills, but it's "public" when it comes to determining how it's run on a day-to-day basis. That might thrill you spitless, but we're far from amused.

The smoking ban is a classic Nanny State double whammy. On the one hand, they want every damn body to buy smokes, because they want all those taxes they keep piling on the evil weed. But, once they have your tax money, these same "buy as many as you like" pinheads do anything and everything to make it impossible for a smoker to light up. It's this double whammy that explains why nobody on the Tax Nazi side of this equation makes a serious move to ban smoking completely. That would kill the golden Tax Nazi goose. The last damn thing that elected tormentors at all levels of government and the parasites to glut themselves on stolen tax dollars want is for smokers to stop buying those taxed into submission smokes.

Nanny State Nitwits are so addicted to this smokes' tax loot that they think it's everyone's patriotic duty to buy as many smokes as you possibly can, to fill those perpetually ravenous tax coffers. Once you have the forbidden weed, they don't give a rip what you do with it, as long as you don't smoke them while you're residing in the known universe.

PIG is mad as hell over this unwarranted, un-goddamn-American assault on the inalienable liberties of those poor bastards who live, work, or visit this blight on the Mexifornia landscape. When did "a nation conceived in liberty" turn into a tyrannical Nanny State blight that saves people from themselves and shelters whining smoke-phobic pinheads from imaginary, statistically improbable maladies? What's next on the Kalab-can-kiss-my-ass' agenda? Will they pass an ordinance dictating how many drinks an adult can imbibe in a given week? Will they limit the amount of food the golden arches can serve to a Hippo in a Human suit? Will they emulate their Communist Chinese homeboys by banning PIG from all the computers in the city because our cyberspace speed bump might make an individual think?

Where the hell does this insanity end? Not at the Calabas-ass City Hall, that's for sure.

More Calabas-Ass Crap-Ola
...If you haven't taken the time to read the Calabasas Smoking Ordinance you should take the time to do it now: - Read Ordinance . It's alleged science is screwed and that's a fact, but for our purposes, we'll pretend that the studies they cite so eagerly aren't full of crap. We'll pretend that smoking and breathing second hand smoke are as dangerous as they claim.

If, for the sake of argument, we accept the city's inflated numbers and 440,000 American smokers die every year, that's not as alarming as it seems. According to some post-2000 Census data, America has about 280,000,000 denizens. If we divide the smokers who die each year by the total population we deduce that, at most, 0.15% of Americans are dying from smoking related causes each year. That means your odds are over 500 to 1 against dying from smoking. When did it become the Nanny State's job to save individuals from their own bad habits?

If for the sake of argument we accept the city's 52,000 Americans die from secondhand smoke a year [these numbers are vehemently refuted by rational, scientific adults] that's a microscopic 0.018% of America's population that's "allegedly" croaking from secondhand smoke. That's a tad over 5000 to 1 odds that you'll die from secondhand smoke. When did it become the Nanny State's job to save individuals from imaginary, scientifically-challenged (alleged) dangers.

FACTS & FIGURES:

The leading causes of death in 2000 were:

• Tobacco - 435,000 deaths; 18.1% of total US deaths.

There's no denying that smoking is unhealthy, but continue on down the list and you'll see some other unhealthy lifestyle choices that could be next on the list.

• Poor diet and physical inactivity (400,000 deaths; 16.6%),

• Alcohol consumption (85,000 deaths; 3.5%).

• Other actual causes of death were:

• Microbial agents (75,000),

• Toxic agents (55,000),

• Motor vehicle crashes (43,000),

• Incidents involving firearms (29,000),

• Sexual behaviors (20,000),

• Illicit use of drugs (17,000).

Source: Journal of the American Medical Association, Jan. 19, 2005, Vol. 293, No. 3, p. 298.

AN UNACCEPTABLE RISK

"Trust me, I know what I'm doing"

When the news broke that RoveCo sold port operations for 6 major American ports to the A-rabs, we wondered, when - and how - we strayed into the Twilight Zone. Our initial, visceral, reaction made us wonder if RoveCo is so worried about W's anemic ratings that they deliberately invite another Islamikaze attack on America soil to bolster them. Those dark thoughts faded, but we're still outraged by this stampeding RoveCo stupidity. Outsourcing our high tech jobs is bad enough, but outsourcing operations for 6 major American ports to an Arab company is utterly goddamn insane! What's next? Will RoveCo give Vincente Fox an exclusive contract to guard our southern border? Why not let drug cartels buy the exclusive rights to enforce our drug laws? Judging from this asinine scheme to let the United Arab Emirates run America's ports, Uncle Sam would leap at the chance to outsource America's Homeland Security functions to Osama himself, if the price is right.

As soon as the bovine excrement hit the proverbial cooling device, RoveCo started their familiar spin doctoring. The UAE is our long time friend and ally, they insist. Yeah, right, but you said the same crap about Saudi Arabia after September 11, despite the fact that at least 15 of the murdering Islamikaze bastards were Saudis. Also, let's not forget that our Saudi friends produced, enriched, and supported their homeboy Osama. Our Saudi ally is engaged in a well-documented scheme to export their flavor of Islamikaze insanity: Wahhabism. When it comes to our A-rab friends and allies, RoveCo's judgement can't be trusted.

Phase two of the RoveCo spin featured Homeland Security Secretary Michael Chertoff. We're supposed to be reassured because Homeland Security's fearless leader signed off on this UAE deal? Given his track record, Chertoff's assurances are far from impressive. We've seen this clown in action and it's not a pretty sight. Are we supposed to trust a cretin whose "expertise" turned our pathetic excuse for border security into an armed invasion by Mexico's rat bastards? Are we expected to trust the dipstick whose response to Hurricane Katrina reset the bar for government ineptitude? No way in hell, beltway Bozo Sparky. Dump the deal, now!
ISLAMIKAZE RAMPAGE

The "religion of peace" is showing its true colors, again, and it's not a pretty sight. Inflamed by the Mohammed-themed cartoons that first appeared in a Danish fishwrap - Jyllands-Posten - last September, Mecca Maniacs around the world are doing what comes naturally. Those perpetually fun pinheads - the infamous "Arab Street" - are rampaging in Gaza, Syria and numerous other Middle Eastern outposts of "peace". In Gaza, the mob gave all Nordic people 48 hours to leave, or else. In Syria, another "peace" venerating mob looted and burned the Danish embassy. Elsewhere, the notoriously tolerant Mecca Maniac mob vows to maim and/or murder the cartoonists, along with the European journalists who printed the egregiously maligned toons.

Closer to home, CAIR [the Council on American-Islamic Relations] is demanding a top rated L.A. talk show host's head on a platter. The host, Bill Handel, strayed into CAIR's bull's-eye during this year's version of the annual Hajj stampede. Inspired by this ritual, Handel perpetrated a comedy skit based on his spur of the moment suggestion that the Sandbox (Saudi Arabia) needs to deploy a helicopter to monitor pilgrimage traffic. "This is Mahmoud Nolan. Hajj in the Sky. There is an accident...Ali lost his sandal on the on ramp to the Martin Luther King Jr. Freeway." The picture of tolerance, CAIR demands an apology, but, since none is forthcoming, they're mounting a campaign to scare off the top rated show's advertisers. Other, equally thrilled, Mecca Maniacs demand that L.A.'s 8,000 pound talk show gorilla, KFI, fire Bill Handel. That's par for the course when it comes to tolerance, as practiced by the "religion of peace".

These are far from isolated incidents. A Danish film-maker was butchered by an outraged "religion of peace" adherent because Mr. Van Gogh's film allegedly "maligned" Islam. An Islamic writer, Salman Rushdie, has a death sentence hanging over his head after he wrote a book that gets too real about the "religion of peace" and its prophet. In Nigeria, a local fishwrap had its offices looted and burned, because "religion of peace" adherents were outraged by the fishwraps' coverage of the Miss Universe booty festival in that terminally tolerant nation.

All these instances - and countless others - demonstrate the incontrovertible fact that "the religion of peace" and inalienable individual liberty are fundamentally - explosively - incompatible.

Prove it, you say. Okay, let's look at the way the "religion of peace" abuses its women. Mecca Maniac - alleged - men, routinely, butcher female members of their family who "bring dishonor" to the family. It matters little if the alleged dishonor is real or imaginary, because murdering your sister, daughter, aunt or wife is okey dokey, in the "religion of peace". In those garden spots ruled by Islamic law, a female rape victim can be executed, because she "allowed" her virtue to be sullied. In the Sandbox, the Saudi religious police stopped some schoolgirls from escaping a burning building because the schoolgirls' faces were uncovered. Better to let them burn to death than sully the "religion of peace" with their uncovered faces.

Reality - as seen in daily news items from behind the burka curtain - demonstrates that inalienable individual liberty and Mecca Mania are fundamentally incompatible. They are, in essence, individual liberty’s version of matter and antimatter. Like these elementary particles, liberty and anti-liberty (political Islam) destroy each other in a violent explosion whenever they come into direct contact. That's what happens when a fourth century mindset does a header into the allegedly enlightened twenty-first century.

CAIR, all the Mecca Maniac Meatheads, need a reality check if they expect anyone to take them seriously. Mecca Maniac theology...Mecca Maniac scripture aren’t the issue. The only viable standard by which to measure a supernaturalist sect is how Mecca Maniacs implement the aforementioned theology and scripture, today, in the 21st century. The Mecca Maniac tome may or may not promote tolerance and/or peace, but that’s beside the point. The practical application of Mecca Mania, around the world, reeks of mindless, irrational intolerance. Mecca Mania, as implemented in the political realm, is tyrannical and a threat to every sovereign individual who comes under its control. Until CAIR, the Mullahs, the Arab Street and others of their ilk do something about that sad fact, they need to stick their "religion of peace and tolerance" bovine excrement where the sun don't shine. We've seen their idea of "peace and tolerance" in lovely garden spots like Iran, Taliban-ruled Afghanistan, and the Sandbox, and we are so profoundly unamused it can't be quantified.


AMERICA INVADED!

The facts: Last Monday (Jan 23), Mexas state and county cops tried to stop three vehicles speeding along a highway south of El Paso. The instant the cops showed up, the three rides made a dash for the Mexican border. When they got there, the drug runners got protection from at least one Humvee with a .50 caliber machine gun, and 20 men in Mexican army uniforms, all of whom were on the U.S. side of the border.

The response: Homeland Security Punk Michael Chernoff tried to spin the incident, calling the reports from Mexas officials "overblown" adding, that such encounters are expected when you confront drug running criminals. Mexican officials in D.C. put their own spin on it claiming that drug runners typically "wear look-alike military uniforms and use look-alike military equipment", besides, they don't have armed Humvees in the area.

When this political hot spud reached critical mass in the USA, the spin changed. The U.S. Ambassador to Mexico issued a statement to the Mexican press, demanding an explanation. The head of the Border Patrol said that he couldn't rule out the possibility that the soldiers and the gear were members of the Mexican Military. Finally, our elected tormentors want to hold Congressional Hearings.

The final insult to our intelligence comes from Mexican Foreign Minister Luis Ernesto Derbez: "Members of the U.S. Army have helped protect people who were processing and transporting drugs. And just as that has happened ... it is very probable that something like that could have happened, that in reality they (the uniformed men at the border) were members of some of their groups disguised as Mexican soldiers with Humvees. There is a supposition here that this involved Mexican citizens, and that is absolutely incorrect. There would have to have been racial descriptions, and that would imply a certain element of racial discrimination on the part of the American sheriffs."

Meanwhile, Vincente W. Bush, aided and abetted by the nitwits on the Republican National Committee is busy promoting his scheme to grant border jumping scumbag invaders unconditional amnesty. We don't need amnesty. We don't need Congressional Hearings. We know what's going on; we're being invaded by armed enemies of the United States. It's time to stop screwing around and send some Abrams tanks to defend our border, because the next armed intruders might be Osama's pals.
THERE OUGHT TO BE A LAW

PIG is shocked, shocked I tell you, that certain essential rules, laws, principles and other facts aren't taught in this nation's government cess-schools. This shocking disregard for core elements of Amerikan culture is intolerable. Unwilling to sit idly by while this deplorable situation persists, PIG offers the following knowledge nuggets for your thoughtful consideration. If you feel compelled to nominate us for the relevant Nobel Prize, we promise to fake humility during our acceptance speech.

An elected tormentor's (alleged) "value" to this nation is inversely proportional to the number of years he, she, heshe or it has been swilling at the public trough. [The longer it has been in office, the bigger "load" he, she, heshe or it is.]

In most Amerikan companies, the lifespan of a given policy is shorter than the firm's documentation cycle. [By the time they print it and post it, it's already obsolete.]

A Pop (Music) Tart's remaining shelf life is measured with this formula: SL = (Cans - Bulk) / (Yotsq + PBS). [Cans is her bra size, bulk her dress size, Yotsq is her years over 20 squared, and PBS is the age when she did her first Playboy spread.]

The suckage of a product touted on the radio is inversely proportional to the speed and length of the shyster spew at the end of the ad. [The faster, longer, it is the more the product reeks.]

A thespian's ego is inversely proportional to his, her, hisher or its intelligence. [Actors are so full of themselves that they can't see how stupid they are.]

"Anyone but him/her" is a virtually infallible way to determine who will be promoted to run your department. [Simply look around for the one who elicits the strongest "anyone but them" response.]

A teenage dude's attention span - in milliseconds - is calculated by dividing his I.Q. by the length (squared) of his wang in operating condition. [Known problems: when he's in heat, his intellect is too low to count; he'll lie about his size.]

Take back your school, Sparky. It's your patriotic, PIGster duty to copy this list of essential tenets and take it to the next school board meeting. If they have time for whole language, the new math and bilingual educrap, they have time for fundamentals like these. If you're not up to the challenge, we'll be mildly bummed but we promise to be brave about it.
NITWIT OR NUTS?

Everywhere we turn, we encounter lunatics and lame-brains. We can't be the only ones who noticed how utterly weird the news makers are getting. We can't be the first ones to wonder why all these news making nitwits keep getting on our last raw nerve. We keep asking ourselves when - and where - we exited objective reality and entered the Twilight Zone.

The following news makers illustrate this contention and brings us to the burning question: Are they nuts or nitwits?

Past his prime, Amerika-bashing alleged entertainer, Harry "Che" Belafonte, is convinced that he lives in the Third Reich. In his fevered brain, Bush is Hitler...Rove is Gobbels, and the Homeland Security Department is the Gestapo. Nobody can be this stupid. Harry is nuts and needs to be locked up in a rubber room.

New Orleans mayor, Ray Nagin, thinks God unleashed last year's hurricane assault to punish Uncle Sam for invading Iraq. Far from finished, Ray insists that the Big Easy must be restored to its pre-Katrina glory as a "chocolate city". Since we all know that Hershey (PA) is Amerika's one and only chocolate city, our decision on Ray is an easy one. Dumber than a box of rocks, Ray is a nitwit.

Alleged actor - and would be political king maker - George Clooney has convinced himself that he's the one who cost John "Flip-Flop" Kerry the 2004 election. George says he nuked Kerry's Oval Office bid when he didn't tag along on a nationwide train ride/campaign swing. This is ego-driven stupidity. George is a nattering nitwit.

Amerika's Commander-In-Chief is steadfast in his resolve to secure Iraq's borders, but, at home, he flatly refuses to protect our porous southern border. Instead, he leaves it wide open for terrorists and other cretins. Many claim that W is stupid. Perhaps, but when it comes to securing Amerika's borders, he's stark raving nuts.

Iranian president Mahmoud Ahmadinejad's rants about the holocaust being a myth seem to qualify him for "nuts". To us, he's a lunatic. But, in Iran, this wingnut is the voice of reason, especially when compared to Iran's ruling Mullahs. Mahmoud is crazy, crazy like a fox, and very damn dangerous.

This Twilight Zone is losing its alleged charm, fast. I wonder if Mapquest can plot us a course back to reality. It's a damn shame my computer isn't equipped with OnStar.
2005 GOLDEN OINK AWARDS

The Good, The Bad and The Outright Ugly of 2005

Quick! Can you name the winner of PIG's Babe Ruth of Blabbering Blubber Award for 2005?

Whiner of the Year Award?

How about the Media Meathead Award winner?

I know it's tempting to guess Michael Moore for all three answers, but if you can't guess, we invite you to a backstage pass to PIG's 1st Annual Golden Oink Awards for 2005!

With 2005 quickly coming to a close, we thought we would paint a shiny PIG bull's-eye on some the news-makers who were careless enough to command PIG's undivided attention. Most of the award winning nitwits who got under our skin are repeat offenders, and we're looking forward to, uh, 'thanking' them. Payback? An ugly concept to which we plead guilty. Yeah, yeah, we know, everyone and their redheaded stepchild does an annual retrospective. But remember PIGsters, you're in the Free State of PIG, where monkey see, monkey do status quo conformity is quickly shown the door.

We'd love to tell you that our motives were pure as driven snow, but, since our drive-up window is closed, we'll dispense with the whoppers. PIG's award winners went to great lengths to bug the crap out of us during the year, so we're indulging our dark side, doing what comes naturally for your devoted PIG staff. This will probably shock you, but there are some people we actually like, even admire, so we'll mention them, too. They're not as much fun, but we're willing to go there if you are.

As you peruse our year end review, you'll no doubt recognize and remember many of the individuals and events that defined 2005. The rest of you will have a ready reference to help you catch up on some breaking news you missed while you were in that pesky, reality-insulated trance. You can bet the proverbial agriculture endeavor that the majority of our award winners are out and out whiney, brain dead shit for brains, leaping, lunging lemmings that wholly deserve a hearty Thumbs Down Golden Oink Award.

Noble and ignoble, everyone is fair game when it comes to passing out what's destined to become the most coveted award in the known universe PIG's Golden Oink. You can cut the tension with a knife as the glorious moment arrives and the Golden Oinks are bestowed on the richly deserving. No doubt the question uppermost in everyone's mind is who will win ultimate Golden Oink, that legend in the making the "PIG Publisher's Premier Pain-In-The Butt Award". Need a hint? Learn to live with your disappointment, because we don't do hints. You gotta click the link like everybody else. (Golden Oink Awards)

WHY DO WE TREAT OUR HEROS LIKE VILLAINS?

Sgt Pork is pissed, and who can blame him? Twenty-First Century Amerika is like the alternative reality Rod Serling presented in his venerable 'Twilight Zone' series. This inverted reality is a place where rugged individualism, carving out your own personal success through hard work, and impartial standards are the ultimate in political incorrectness. It's a place where parasites, border jumping scumbags, and chronic whiners are treated like heros. It's an upside down mindset where irrelevant immutable traits are glorified and painstakingly acquired knowledge or wealth are vilified.

Holding our Nose, PIG dives into this Twilight Zone Amerika. The things we do for our readership:

Hero: The chronically-needy parasite who beats you with his unrequited need until the Nanny State steals money from an achiever to pay this parasite pissant to shut the hell up.

Villain: The hard-working fool who believes that he's required to supply his own needs. He's "greedy scum" according to the parasites because he has the foolish notion that he, not the Nanny State, should decide how and where to spend his money.

Hero: The Smoke Nazi whiners who do their utmost to criminalize a legal product by turning those who partake of the evil weed into societal pariahs.

Villain: The Amerikan who likes to light up, now and then to enjoy a legal product in a land "conceived in liberty". He, foolishly, thinks he should be allowed to enjoy his habit without some Smoke Nazi hounding him, taxing his smokes into oblivion, or blaming him for the Nanny State's red ink intrusion into the medical marketplace.

Hero: The border jumping scumbag who invades our country, clogs our hospital emergency rooms, brings an already criminally inept government cess-school system to it's knees, and takes a dump in the Great Amerikan Melting Pot.

Villain: The law abiding, legal Amerikan resident who thinks that anyone who wants to visit Amerika should come through the front goddamn door.

PIG's one and only New Year's resolution is to give these phony heros a long overdue swift kick in the butt and restore our egregiously maligned rugged individuals to their rightful place. The Twilight Zone was, on occasion, an interesting place to visit, but we damn sure don't want to live there. Enough is enough.


STUCK ON STUPID

Amerika has a serious problem, but we're not going to solve it as long as we live our lives with our heads stuck up our butts. It's time to get our brains in gear and use our heads for something more meaningful than a hat rack. It's time for rational adults to wake the hell up, because we're all stuck on stupid.

Congresspunks complain about high energy costs but won't expand domestic oil and natural gas production. Instead they fritter away our money on alternative energy pipe dreams and make noises about taxing big oil into an early grave. Why do we let them get away with it?

We're stuck on stupid.

Elephant Clan hacks squander our money on bridges to nowhere and assorted other pork barrel projects. But, we're told we must support them because, while they know they suck, they swear that the "other" guys suck more. Why does it work?

We're stuck on stupid.

Government schools give diplomas to graduates who can't read write or compute but the biggest Educrap food fight is over cramming Creationism into science classrooms. Why do we go along with it?

We're stuck on stupid.

Islamikazes behead schoolgirls, blow up weddings and are the match that lights brushfire wars around the world. Islam's stated goal is world domination, by force if necessary, but we still won't admit that Islam and individual liberty are fundamentally incompatible. What's our problem?

We're stuck on stupid.

Imposing Campaign Finance Edicts, the Nanny State muzzles our right to hold our elected tormentors' feet to the fire. Local political punks steal our property and give it to somebody with deeper pockets. Why don't we do something to stop them?

We're stuck on stupid.

How do we get unstuck from stupid? We start by giving these political punks a long overdue reality check. It's time to remind these political hack pissants: "You work for us, scumbag, and if you don't pull your head out of your butt, we'll fire you, elected tormentor Sparky. Shape up, now, because we're no longer stuck on stupid.


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Need a taste of this big time fun to wet your appetite? We're locked and loaded with these teasers:

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